with our eyes
and ears, this world,
and rarely do we
empty the can,
rarely do we take
the trash out
to the curb.
it all accumulates.
adjectives,
nouns,
verbs. images we
wished we'd never
come upon.
we absorb what we see
and read,
by choice or
accident.
it all comes in, it all
makes
up how you look at
life, your behavior.
how you perceive.
at the end, does it ever go,
does it ever empty,
is it picked
up,
does any of it ever
leave?
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