Physics (Saturday, September 12th, 2020)

“Physics”

About bloody fucking time,
he thought,
that his brilliant
investment—
his entire
life’s savings!—yielded any
profit

but… as Bob Dylan sings in his song “Idiot Wind,” “I can’t help it
if I’m lucky,”
& so… neither could he “help it…”…
…neither when his “blood, sweat, & tears”
free-fell meanly (so it seemed) in vain
nor when he
finally
reached the “critical mass,” “tipping point,” & “struck gold”
& just like that,
“from rags to riches”
…b/c… like all
things,
he was not
independent
of physics;
rather, he was a distinct
piece
of physics.

His genetics
& reality’s
physics
mixed & reacted
in the form
of “his”
serendipitous
thought
to invest as he did
and legally receive
trillions
of dollars that he could refer to as

…HIS…

…to spend or save as he saw fit.

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