Dropped coins. Change. Cannot heal anything with their clinking, rustling in the bottom of pockets, forgotten drops from larger bills. Cast aside fractions, some pretend at value, but with copper souls easily bent. Spinning, dropped wild onto surfaces and making exact, noisy points. They’ll win no wars, profit only the low and count only when myriad. Ignored, deigned to be hoarded, it’s the wisest that collect, save, perceive truth worth. Everything counts in large amounts. #irispad #day9 #sept9 #change #withrespecttodepechemode #coins #quarter #blur #bokeh #shittyphoto #shittywords #poem #poetry #writer #writing (at Tips)