a pile of yesterday and today, last week, lies on the top of the dresser.

innocent and cement-like, and like many other things: interesting, followed by useless or dull, and to very well be picked up at some point in the future as though it were new.

or with a feeling of nostalgia, instilling upon it a heightened quality, mostly constructed of hope or a lack of heat.

misdirection dances.

transparent chests.

foreign waters, the current’s strength beyond our reach.

fury beyond small winds.

these piles: all over.

made of people, ideas, jaberwockies.

piles of power and weakness.

piles of sparkle and repulsion.

big piles of empty understanding.

of things that fly past each other, onto dying worlds of possibility.

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