I wrote this 33 years ago after reading John Brunner's 1971 novel, The Traveller in Black...so don't think I never read any fantasy. I was reminded of this poem while thinking about the wonders of economic cycles. --JWSchmidt 23:02, 4 April 2009 (UTC) When Chaos shifts the foundations of sense and minds of logic find no defense for their thoughts that should be correct, the world of good and stable acts will lose sway and the variables will choose what the known is to be and how much power for how much fee will be given to this and that and anything that one might possibly dream into being.
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