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We are the ones who settle
when no one is watching~
golden motes in slanting light,
the quiet archivists of attics.
We remember fingerprints
on forgotten glass, the sigh
of pages foxing and turning to amber.
We know how heavy stillness is~
how it clings to clocks stopped
at the same wrong hour.
We drift across rooms
like unfinished sentences,
marking the steady collapse
of monuments into memory.
No matter how clean your hands,
you cannot erase us forever.
We are patient.
We are waiting.
You will join us,
sooner
or later.
Amazon Box
Amazing Fox
Carefully boxed
Carelessly outfoxed
Boxes, foxes, loxes, soxes.
Boxing, foxing, loxing, soxing.
Box your ears
Box your fears
Fox is getting way too near.
Words are fun to sling and smear.
Boxing myself into a container
That makes me feel hungry for more
Boxing myself into a corner
of this container, ignorance holding me hostage
Box
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