Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Inside the Babylon Reboot

The sign on the tack shed says it all: "Money
Can't buy happiness. But it can buy horses,
Which is pretty much the same thing." Give or take,
The give and take. But are we really ready to know
The true energetic value of the goods and services
Produced by our giant hearts?

The Blaze and Arrow mule training business,
For example, how does that important life skill
Translate through the gold being hoarded
Under the Vatican, money made from mere air
By blood traffickers, vipers sucking every debt dry
With the cleanest lines imaginable? 

"What about," as Dr. Thompson famously asked,
"The Doomed?" How do things translate
To that cardboard city marked Zero, say, 
On the overpass? Or, more pointedly, to the lack
Inside of those with six figure mortgages
On five figure homes?

They say "how can I ever repay you?"
When a farmer hands them a squash. What will they say 
When they flip the financial system switch from dark
To light, forgive the trespasses of installment credit
In one ledger entry, and include us in what the universe 
Already records, the loving service of immortal beings?

Before there's no more need for oil, we must reclaim
In tokens of light the common — our share of Prudhomme Bay
And Yankee Jim's ill-gotten gains. It's what we really want,  
Some equalization of value, some way to pay off the prophecy
Of the meek to inherit the earth, for Santa Claus to open his kimono
With all we cry for, what we don't think we deserve.

Stimulus checks, yes, for centuries of larceny,
40 acres and a mule plus interest returned as embezzled usury, 
Decentralized from the vault to the orderly exchange rails
Of the stars, where they don't use money, their energy
Signatures gives privileged access to every show,
For they believe in themselves and know where they must go.

Any day the old money will vanish, when we're ready to take it
In stride, when enough people can replace fear with gratitude 
Without too much bleedthrough of timelines. Brio knows I keep him 
In hay, but he lets me lead him anyway, for that way, like Pinocchio, 
I become real. Today someone finally offers me a chair,
At the moment I let myself think I may have earned it.