Collections
And adding to my last post. Collections Collections of trinkets amassed about your home; paintings on the walls more set to mood than capturing figures. Or pieces of birch tree stacked in the corner of your bathroom as some restroom serving attendant who tidied up after I had gone. Jars of random buttons knocked out from their orbits and sit atop your refrigerator as dead lightning bugs who no longer shine. Even the tattoos that adorn your body, so few but meaningful to you, have their places set at your spirit's dinner table. I fit into your collection among the memories you'd rather forget, in the mess hall of things that no longer matter to you.
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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task ...
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