Contributor: Eric Vance Walton    
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So spellbound 
we count
dollars in 
our dreams.
We chase dollars 
while wearing 
invisible collars and
strings from our limbs.
Dance, dance
Madison Avenue 
Marionettes.
Marching to
someone else's tune,
an ear worm 
so cunning 
that we swear and 
be damned it's 
our own.
We follow the piper
right into
A self-imposed 
prison cell.
While all we really have, 
this singular moment,
passes forever 
from our distracted eyes.
Not enjoying nearly as 
much as we oughta be
while the most 
precious commodity
evaporates.
Time, our time.
Become Fluent in truth 
an incongruent sleuth. 
You won't fit their plan
but you'll be a man 
Who still has time, your time.
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Eric Vance Walton is a novelist, author and poet with a writing career spanning nearly two decades. He has self-published several books in different genres and has won awards for his writing including the, “James Thurber Treat Prize. A native of Columbus, Ohio he currently resides in Saint Paul, Minnesota with his wife and their beagle Amstel.
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