- Vol. 06
- Chapter 07
For the Many
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An open door, stairs to guide
into the catacombs of the once loved.
Stored here is a dilettante
and a failed diligence; some samples of
a single life; chased perfection.
Some will pass by with a snigger.
Some will descend and grab armfuls
because of the F word then smash them
Some will rush to look then rush away
seeking other. Some may linger asking
— what do they do — what are they for?
some will count furiously seeking facts.
There are some that will make a morning
of it, naming it an exhibition. There is one
who will choose the smallest pot, with a lid
for her treasure under the bed
— a shell — a feather and a stone with
a hole in the middle.