Marx’s Table of Wood
meanderings of solid things,
such as in the unimaginable mind
of a wooden table, is deranged
dancing not tuned to the music of the
spheres.
if it could speak of it, he said,
it would say that a table is of no use
to itself; but its value, (oh its value) among
things is what riches are to people, only
richer.
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