Luyện nghe bài hát Objects in Spaceterenberg

Yesterday I laid everything out on the carpet
Books, kitchen things,
With specific or none
them sideways in a grid
On the floor there,
Out of and then considered it
First the picture, then everything individually
along at the deadest pace imaginable
One object, then another, and the next
And I wondered what meant there
If they meant anything

notes,
supplies,
A book you in the desert,
Wildflowers'.
Pictures vacations,
parties,
Kitschy we bought from rest stops
On that road out West
Objects,
Everything
And then

All of it out there
In the room
The living
The hallway, and the basement, and the
From that room we the office
But never
In the
Everything laid out on the floor
On the carpet, out of

And I sat for hours

Today I moved everything from the
To the table in the dining
Placed thing carefully without reason
Or at least without one I understood or could
There, on the table, together and when I was
I stepped I realized what I had made
Keepsakes, pictures,
Ordinary objects all there

A

And I of ones on highways or set by gravestones
All the you see there but don't understand
But still bring a remembered thing vividly
Invoke someone's when there together
In that place in way out of context
And I I had to take it down
Before anybody saw
I plan to put them all somewhere
Those
In
Side of the
Attic
All these things push and pull me through history
To places I was, places I might have gone,
Places I up going

Ticket stubs one thing or another
A personalized coffee mug neither your nor mine
cards and old phones
A page an old calendar I bought once
At a thrift store and on hanging
That cycles of the moon

Old of mine

Put in boxes

And I sat there for
In the room first
in the dining room
Moving things
Picking things up and seeing they took me
To what place in
moment on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, I thought we'd end up
In house or on the highway
Driving near Christmas
In the desert or else

And I put them in