unstored

oh, tell me, time:
how do I store you up?
where do I keep you still,
who, always rolling,
mocks these mercantile schemes?

am I my druthers keeper?
sticking only wishes,
locked inside of self-deluding dreams,
these walls of my pretense,
unstored with all that nourishes,

a monument to all that

never was

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