Luyện nghe bài hát Objects in Spaceterenberg

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

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

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

And I sat there for

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

A

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

Ticket stubs from one or another
A personalized coffee mug neither name nor mine
cards and old phones
A page from an old I bought once
At a thrift and insisted on hanging
That cycles of the print

Old of mine

Put in boxes

And I sat there for
In the living first
in the dining room
Moving things
things up and seeing where they took me
To what in history
What on our timeline
we were, where I was, where I thought we'd end up
In this or on the highway
somewhere near Christmas
In the desert or anywhere

And I put in boxes