Who fights with himself
When love has paid all our debts
But still I run the balance up
Who argues all day with himself
The one and the zero
Love adds up his taxes
The one who relaxes
The zero who faints
A muddle of gains and losses
I turn back to the trees
Where money grows into crosses
To Gemini who drops all his leaves
And stands in the winter sun
Impoverished and crowned
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