rich in boxes like a Pyramid
filled with corpses of past /bodies of work
illegible scrawled dreams/photographs of ghost venues
fills up space/and time /fails to dilute this deluge
More appears when less desired/ if yesterday's fantasies
could stir tomorrow's soup/i would be Croesus
i am made of paper/thin and boxed
mostly truth lies between lines-
history.archaeology.etymology.Logically,
all should be burnt as heretic/staked out
in the sun of literary criticism for some expert
to see the glaring flaws in levity/make me aware
of gravity's rainbows.
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