Contributor: Eric Vance Walton

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So spellbound
we count
dollars in
our dreams.

We chase dollars
while wearing
invisible collars and
strings from our limbs.
Dance, dance
Madison Avenue
Marionettes.

Marching to
someone else's tune,
an ear worm
so cunning
that we swear and
be damned it's
our own.

We follow the piper
right into
A self-imposed
prison cell.
While all we really have,
this singular moment,
passes forever
from our distracted eyes.

Not enjoying nearly as
much as we oughta be
while the most
precious commodity
evaporates.
Time, our time.

Become Fluent in truth
an incongruent sleuth.
You won't fit their plan
but you'll be a man
Who still has time, your time.


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Eric Vance Walton is a novelist, author and poet with a writing career spanning nearly two decades. He has self-published several books in different genres and has won awards for his writing including the, “James Thurber Treat Prize. A native of Columbus, Ohio he currently resides in Saint Paul, Minnesota with his wife and their beagle Amstel.