a poem to all the furniture i don't have
in my heart
if you come by and stay
it looks a bit bare
i've given it all away
but there is a lot of room
in a unburdened space
where words can live or stories told
of what was had and got
lost and refound

a poem to all the places in mind's mind
that we forgot
a bit for what we remember
it all is getting worn away
the more we go over
what got us here
to this clear place
where words can live or stories told
of what was had and got
lost and refound


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