Luyện nghe bài hát Objects in Spaceterenberg

Yesterday alone I laid out on the carpet
Books, kitchen things,
With purpose or none
Arranged sideways in a grid
On the there, unmoored
Out of and then considered it
the whole picture, then everything individually
Humming at the deadest pace imaginable
One object, then another, and the next
And I wondered what they meant
If they meant still

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

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

And I sat for hours

I moved everything from the floor
To the in the dining room
Placed each carefully without reason
Or at least without one I understood or could
There, on the table, together and I was done
I stepped back I realized I had made
Keepsakes, pictures,
objects all collected there

A

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

Ticket from one thing or another
A personalized coffee mug your name nor mine
Phone cards and old
A page an old calendar I bought once
At a thrift and insisted on hanging
That cycles of the moon

Old boots of

Put in boxes

And I sat for hours
In the room first
Then in the room
Moving around
Picking things up and seeing where they me
To what in history
moment on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, where I thought end up
In this house or on the
Driving somewhere near
In the desert or anywhere

And I put them in