Collecting

My unpaid shift started with a return for the departed to another form. I combed the streets collecting antiques, a rusting needle, snapped crucifix. I swept cosmic debris in a valley of trolley's. Savant security cameras recorded a mime artist imitating my my foul mouthed rant. How thoughts curdle watching a shopper, a slur on human existence dropping coins into a slot, parking a car to power a dream from the slipstream of this glass cathedral reflecting daylight away. We collect rubbish the shopper and I to protect this third eye designed to deflect the cold existential wind.