Treasure inside the bank.

Outside the need to go in
- like a vagina of immense power and delivery.

For the one that owns the bank
lives eternal like not feeling
the skin burned out
of the sun looking him.

Laughs as the stars an illusion
and he the creator.

Falls asleep in a bed of profound
below comfort
just to awake in a breakfast bed
not feeling the wind.

Touches the ground
with his shoes in place
for his legs out of bed.

Information deals and profit greens.

The smile...