This Dirty Old World

Like gold cascading down from the mountains
in some hyper-mythological waterfall
Rumpelstiltskin sitting just down the bank.
Having grown tired of the perpetual miracle
grown weary of counting his fortunes
knowing that somehow
someway
this dirty old world
was on its way
bound to catch up.

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