Luyện nghe bài hát Objects in Spaceterenberg

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

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

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

And I sat there for

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

A

And I thought of ones on or set by gravestones
All the things you see there but understand
But still bring a remembered thing vividly
Invoke reality when there together
In that place in way out of context
And I knew I had to it down
Before else saw
I plan to put them all somewhere
Those
In
Side of the
Attic
All things that push and pull me through history
To places I once was, places I might gone,
Places I up going

Ticket stubs from one thing or
A personalized mug neither your name nor mine
Phone and old phones
A page from an old I bought once
At a thrift store and insisted on
That cycles of the print

Old boots of

Put in boxes

And I sat for hours
In the living room
in the dining room
Moving things
Picking things up and seeing 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 anywhere

And I put in boxes