corner of dust
In the library
I’m the corner
Behind the bookcase
Collecting dust
The dust of knowledge
Everyone knows I’m there
They leave me be
In the stair well
I’m the corner
On the top flight
Collecting dust
The dust of observation
Everyone knows I’m there
They leave me be
In the house
I’m the corner
Behind the door
Collecting dust
The dust of journey
Everyone knows I’m there
They leave me be
In the closet
I’m the corner
Next to the broom
Collecting dust
The dust of labor
Everyone knows I’m there
They leave me be
In the studio
Im the corner
Behind the easel
Collecting dust
The dust of creativity
Everyone knows I’m there
They leave me be
they leave me alone
my quiet resting corner
they just leave me be
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