We are wonderful Nobodies
with the gimmick of logic
and the gift of nonsense
slaves to duty & love
and freed by the things\
that enslave us
sharing pain & pleasure
and alone
sorting thru names
in an unnamed universe
and proud
collecting objects
we no more own
or understand
than
air in our lungs
or stars we buy
collecting dust
waiting to become dust
floating around that star on dust
slowly becoming what
we love and loathe
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