Stacks of stuff inundate our lives,
Bags of things, pictures, posts,
Sharp as knives,
Reasons to hold on,
Thoughts to let go,
Flooded with detritus,
From the get go.
Sucked into the past by the way things look,
Anyone can read us like an open faced book.
Piles of acts both missed and mundane,
Stress the weight,
We carry in over loaded brains.
Stacks of stuff,
Enough to start a new
civilization,
All over again.
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