Luyện nghe bài hát Objects in Spaceterenberg

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

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

All of it laid out
In the room
The room
The hallway, and the basement, and the
From that room we called the
But used
In the
Everything laid out there on the
On the carpet, out of

And I sat there for

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

A

And I thought of ones on or set by gravestones
All the things you see but don't understand
But still bring a thing back vividly
Invoke someone's reality when there
In that in that 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
maybe
All these things push and pull me through history
To places I once was, places I might gone,
Places I up going

Ticket stubs from one or another
A personalized coffee mug neither name nor mine
Phone and old phones
A from an old calendar I bought once
At a thrift store and insisted on
That cycles of the moon

Old of mine

Put them in

And I sat for hours
In the living room
Then in the room
Moving things
Picking up and seeing where they took me
To place in history
What on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, I thought we'd end up
In this house or on the
Driving somewhere Christmas
In the desert or else

And I put in boxes