there are billions of poems out there
paintings
photos
a high proportion, excellent
and in the vast storage hangers
of the world's museums
billions more objects
unable to be displayed
because the museums are all already full
we are a creation machine
unable to stop
unable to slow down
and we are magpies
relentlessly collecting -
everything must be preserved
nothing is too mediocre to throw away
so eventually we all become
collectors
and creators
collecting in order to stop
the onset of boredom,
our inability to face life in the raw,
creating in order to be noticed
praised
though few are
and it doesn't stop the longing
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