Why own things?
When you are gone they are left
to be torn apart by hungry hands
that in turn will cease
and these things will be left again
to be torn apart by hungry hands.
their pages mold
the ideas fade
new books are printed
and sit along shelves
too heavy to take to your new city
too heavy to be carried to the grave.
sit in the garden
spend idle hours in the sun.
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