Capital and Poverty

I've been like this for days: I look asleep and I'm not, I look dead and I'm not.I've been like this for days, but I know that you, Poverty, are here.They tell you I don't hear, I don't understand, I don't see, but it's not like that.I no longer have a sense of time, I, who stole time, produced it.I was heedless of the day, of the night and now I don't know if it's morning, if it's evening, I barely perceive the change of light. Nobody will understand.No one will understand it unless I accompany it with these words.The Capital that used money as a weapon, as a filter between itself and the world, the Capital that produced and destroyed, that generated and took away, the solitary and powerful Capital, Capital dies alone, to leave you a strength.Because money steals life, it captures it like loot.And I want my disappearance to set it free. 1 I express a relationship, the social relationship, which I abstract in order to dominate.This is my task, to produce equivalence to dominate the real.