A Tendency to Fall - Cryptodira

Fate is the guilt of the living… of those who survived

And yet this forever fading light of forgiveness

Falls against and makes the shadow of guilt never fade

Each individual life is an absolute origin unto itself

Each soul is as particular as it is eternal

Each is an overflowing, and a movement forward

But one which stops again, shorted by guilt

Each one decays as it is drawn into debt

The debt of capital starts again from its own ashes;

It starts again from the other’s dreams it raises and shatters

It makes a desire-object of their labor and security

History has a motor force;

its subject has a drive

The subject longs to disrupt these cycles of pain and loss

History yearns to stop the cycle of irreparable damage

A market finds the restless eye of the rentier

It is an eye which hasn’t blinked in at least a decade

It improvises its supply chains, and miracles a demand

After labor value is lost, price loses itself in inflation

The production of surplus will suffice for blind survival;

The consumption of that surplus is what will blindside it

Watching its profit-margins slowly whittle themselves down

The producers are sold down the very river consumers drown in

All it has to do is reinvest after the crisis and sell-off

It is one self-interest which forsakes an entire populace

When reproduction expands deeper with every cycle

The rentier’s attitude towards life can only be irritation

The faster circulation of its life is anxious and agitating

Rest comes for it when rest comes for all: after death

Sleep and happiness can wait until that horizon

The rentier operates with simple maxims:

If there’s no demand, cut income and employment

If there’s no supply, let the working class starve

If the people strike, divide them and go to war

The cycle: find it, profit off it, and waste it