Clothes kept in the closet
for dust to settle on them
layer by dirty layer
until they become nothing;
until the guilt of the money
spent on them fades
and everything is forgotten.
Until the guilt fades.
And forced to be forgotten.
**
Two flashes of the same plate,
at two different places,
in two different moving street lights,
with two different sources,
of the same kind of lost.
The boat is gently rocking down the stream.
Though not a bad thing when it comes to this:
"Merrily merrily merrily merrily / Life is but a stream" Quote unquote.
**
And I have learnt that sweeping giant balls of dust under the rug will not make it go away.
Wipe it with a wet cloth.
And get some good sleep.
Rest well.
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