All the things
we did not covet
quietly
acquired us
All the things
that accrued
to us
the titles
the tchotchkes
the tinctures
accumulated too fast
to assess their merit
all the things
the glossy objects
that obfuscate
and opiate
injure us
with longing
do you think
those casual gods
we imagine
dancing unseen
in the sky blue sky
even recognize us
anymore
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