for nearly everything under
this far
away sun.
name it
and they've place it under
glass, steadied it behind
velvet ropes,
hung on walls, or displayed
with its history
down long
marbled halls.
name it.
and there it is.
a museum for sex.
for art,
for machines,
for food, for postage stamps.
for death,
for God.
for what's come before
us,
and what will soon
be gone,
for things not yet seen.
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