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It evades some of us.
it enraptures the greedy.
it bobs and weaves on an ocean of grasping.

it flitters in and out of unseen glances
flirts with conversations not yet had.
It can emanate from me, or you.
it can sleep nestled softly, waiting
in quiet reverie.

It can create, lack of it can destroy.
When coupled with ideas,
it evokes money
it's old friend.

It can do many things,
but when dormant,
it is useless.