At the tip of the world, there is a casino.
Win
a million-
fold of what you have
to lose !
Exquisite illusions, voluntary taxes.
There is a price for everything,
you understand, including the priceless.
Once I bet a friendship for a cost-free
favor. How genuine was it
if so fragile?
Pride
at the price of
love; revenge
at the price of
collective wounds; profit
at the price of
extinction.
You need to turn it up a notch, they say,
the Las Vegas caliber of wow.
Within palazzo walls: gondolas
in chlorinated canals, the painted sky, the
edge of the future.
Momentous smoke fumes, chic
martinis on the melting rocks.
The reel
spinning, the head
spinning, the world
spinning—one digit away
from overheating.
Such a trill: everything is at stake.