have you ever plundered the things of some other
china crackling under foot, broken carelessly in rage or in spite? dust falling silently from above or rising under your careful gait? clothing scattered as if left in flight? sweaters, hand-knit and the rest tossed, discarded, forgotten or by another pillaged but worn no more? could you resist this calling to go where the voyeur or the cat burglar could before? through dusty parlor, up, up, up creeping steps up to the second floor? passing remains and reminders of past lives --a plow no longer pulled, wine jars dry a ray of light shining through the ceiling for the last time the smell of wine and rotting tangerines all there for our selection this is a planter, that a simple conversation piece this a funny artifact and those wine bowls full of charm --the next round will meet our own lips isn't that the scene from outside our own window? curious isn't it? when kicking and grimacing he sends our vessels rolling and crashing asking "by who's authority?"and like a poltergeist having shaken our world is gone again.
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