Lee Leon Poet Rhyme

My Bin Is Full

My bin is full
Rubbish arrives every day
And takes what time I might have left
To simply throw away.

Its energy is ceaseless,
Its will to be, absurd,
Its essence, non-increaselessness
(though I doubt that's a word).

In truth, what I fain cling to,
And hold my essence at,
Is what I must unsling to,
And simply useless tat.

What I must throw, or just let go,
Upon the rubbish heap,
Is what was me, and I decide,
I need no longer keep.

Reality is never where we live.
We live, wherever we meaningfully live,
Forever.

And our rubbish stays with us.

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Jeanette Swan September 20, 2026 at 4:59 AM Interesting contemplation - Does what we throw away speak of who we are as well as who we were? Lee Leon September 24, 2026 at 4:01 PM Thank you, Jeanette. Yes, it is a contemplative piece and, I suspect, not yet finished. 'My Bin is Full' is essentially recognising that this bland statement is actually some kind of summation of a stage in my life that I seem to have come to, and that I am currently trying to come to terms with. Lx