When life is cheapest, I feel lux.
Years, since I’ve bothered chasing bucks.
I’ve built world’s behind shuttered doors.
Now, someone says I can have more?
I’ve just made peace with having not.
Any more than need, feels a lot.
Capitalism’s spurious.
So, extra feels precarious.
Used to limits…still, I test them.
Agency is my phantom limb.

