small crafted collections, collisions in order.
none of these rearranged objects have borders.
organized clutter, a bedroom of mess.
if only i had time to sort out the rest -
of the unresolved,
problems unsolved.
trudging through dumped out containers of colors,
so many coathangers searching for brothers.
i must discover a process to ease my disease.
i must bag up the leftover objects i seek -
to destroy the things i like least.
i need to make room for things that are me.
when given a reason to start a new project,
that is when i will be fully responsive.
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