Object Permanence with a Line from Rimbaud

I’m thinking about the lives                                         that failed to choose me.Night’s vast ballroom, its stuttering chandelier.Fossilized beneath refrigerator magnetsis a reverie of expired coupons, clipped from the pagesof fate’s circular.                     You can’t live in the what-ifbut you can vacation there, can’t...

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