how much money is enough?

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How much money is enough?
Well if I have a name and we dive deep into currency, 
it’ll probably just be enough for another century, perhaps.

Will posterity benefit from it?

Once my name runs out with the wind chime, time runs out. 
And once the price to pay to exist is absolved, 
my government 
is bestowed 
a tax break.

But how much money is enough?
I don’t think I have enough. idk.
How much is enough? I need more. Would I want more?
I was taught scarcity, and she subsided like the affection I attempt to give a lover I so love, I so avoid.

How much money is enough and how much of it til I’m rich.
There’s love.
There’s the trees.
The trees in the cold unveiling to bare bones, fragile.
The trees, the veins of the earth, that provide the huffs and puffs we exhale.
Most in anger, each one still provides.

I am rich but not from money, 
but a currency 
attached to my existence, 
my name 
and the trees that provide to the ingrates who shelter in her orbit,
swimming in the blood of the bleak blues 
left by the white winter storm.

Shedding skin that continues to replenish. 
She wonders, why must I continue to shed a familiar piece of me I go back to? 
And when she merged her soul with the other many vessels,
they become one.

The arid desert, seeks the humidity of that summer night.
Dry as the sand that never reached the sea.
And time slithers through, far enough as the melody can go. 
The sea will nourish a device 
and the trees fall because they were never just green.