Acsetic Poem by soren Barrett

Poverty some suffer by chance
others select it by choice
In this life there's a dance,
where nothingness' partner may rejoice

Poverty of health or wealth
does not mean destitution of the soul
But when one gains by stealth,
we have to ask what is life's goal?

To have nothing to loose is freeing,
standing with your back to the wall
All you have is your own being,
knowing, nothing more can hurt you at all

Giving up what one values is hard
There is beauty in the asthetic
But the trust to throw in one's last card,
is the choice, giving peace to the acsetic