Amass, Amass!

I used to be Display – but now

I am a Crucible where every day

I melt my Being till it’s irreducible.

All I had before was bling. I wore

a regal ring designed to show I was

the king of what I was the king of.

I could play and fight and write

and sing: I wore diplomas for my

shirts and diapers: lashes wiped

my window eyes, sweeping clean

each surface of each pupil to regard

my shiny world in duple. But now

I've lost my every scruple – that is

to say, I can't recall whatever way

I thought I had to navigate the day.

Now my selves take turns relaxing

on their shelves and leave

whatever’s left of me to be and do.

What does it do? Sits on its ass

and dreams of what it next can

effortlessly count on to amass.

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