Times of influence are always brief

Was there a shining path from there? Nothing can be understood spontaneously.
When I see it, I will know. There was no remorse
in the marketplaces, in front of metro station gates and in suburbs
under paving stones the melancholy exaltation
Alice I barely remember. There were rumors.
A thousand flowers, material in detailed hygienic
observation serving an as yet unidentified total discourse.
There was an optimism, extraordinary belief.
All the photographs black and white because art had no colour yet.
Barricades. Discussion papers. Fire. Some deaths, a small number of deaths.

There was no internet and the radio came later. Someone said
people should not ask why but only say because.
The wage rose steadily and then after 1979 the share of income going to higher-income households rose
while the share going to lower-income households fell but this isn't
a history lesson that great descending light in May
or perhaps it was another time no more vanity desire or fear.
The council for maintaining occupations continues
to keep examining the issue. Regressions are useful. Gains overfill.
Not one picture leaves you in peace. Disconcerted by our weakness
Alice I barely remember and retreat in time, my eyes grown numb.

Everywhere continuous and nowhere differentiable

FIRST

There is no privilege in thinking.
There is no privilege in seeing no privilege
I am entitled to by this affect if aged
at the sharp edge and sublime light
past me the the shining grudge of numbers:
do the markets move (they move) —

WE DID NOT HAVE LIMITS CONSTRAINING THE NOMINAL AMOUNTS

as there was a beginning first growth
came before rivers before understanding
but who says groceries or feather-beds or lace curtains or perfume
or intellectual property or colour film
or commodity. A carton of cigarettes.
We dream lines. We play games. Weave and cut.
Any point is uniquely determined
by its chronological past or its future

OF POSITIONS THAT WOULD CLEARLY HAVE FLAGGED THE PURCHASES AS TOO LARGE AND CONCENTRATED

Alice in this city orphaned again and not by
accident I knew you or did I know. Upriver, the ice.
Time teaches loss, teaches desire, learns some maybe
your red winter coat and the black birds
and sick with it and fastened to a dying economy
bedclothes tangled on the floor as I read
different rivers carry us
where there needs be no losers —

FOR THE UNDERLYING LIQUIDITY OF THE MARKET

The difference has no limit just corners.
There has never been a revolution.
Synergies will never make up for the bid premium.
Acorns fall.
A photograph of Emma Goldman, Rosa Luxemburg and Simone de Beauvoir on the beach smoking pipes (1930s) posted on the internet
out of order a set even if all at once the stable causality
condition holds everywhere if and only if there is a function whose gradient is everywhere timelike

DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE RISK EQUIVALENT OF THE PURCHASES WERE WITH IN

Look close. It breaks. Look closer. It breaks
again. Look close and closer.
Years become years. Years become months, days.
Look.
Minutes, seconds. A crown of milliseconds.
A thorn bush, an embrace of points and moments:
bring your hands together a little bit
and time passes just a little, scratches, draws
blood without feeling arms flung around now, now, now.
Thorns. Now. Look. It's broken.

LIMIT