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Ode to the Hoarders

“The library will endure; it is the universe.”

—Jorge Luis Borges

Adoring architects,
Sculpting cities of newspapers
& burnt out bulbs.
Rome wasn’t built in a day,
It was years of collected dreams.
& you look for God in every
Thing. Sure that one of these days,
He’ll be at the bottom of a hefty bag
With the fish bones & milk cartons. Another
Ordinary love, cluttered & disposed
Of—don’t you want to be brave?
Enough to see it all as worth saving?

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