It is enough. The numbers, the lines, the persistent urge to check.
The vice that keeps the world turning is gripping me by my exposed neck.
Squeezing and letting go; not safe until it’s truly dismissed.
It is there of my own choosing.
Why? Oh why do I put myself in your prison!
Up down the line goes, the numbers flicker.
Hypnotised by the green, traumatised by the red.
I cannot watch!
I leave my treasure in your hands.
Curse my unreigned avarice!
It is done.
No place for jumping numbers; no place for falling lines.
It is enough.
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