chalk wall drawing, cut paper, overhead projections, wire, roofing felt
Somewhere under, deep below, lie amphorae, lost Legos
And plastic soldiers, Roman plates,
Lighters, gas masks, some sailors fate
Now sunk deep into a landscape housing ghosts
And the traces of what weve built our lives around
Protected by carved deities.
This scattered freight defines us somehow
In the somewhere between then and now:
Whats lost may not be gone.
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