let me sit here in this
       big maroon overstuffed mohair
                               chair
for a long time, at least centuries

       sit here and stare at the
               magnificent mantel
watch loved ones grow old
                 turn to dust
                         disappear

could i do that?
could i just sit and observe
        the essence of love?
                       not want to possess it
                       not want to control it
                       not want to understand it
                           watch magnificent fires in the
                                             fireplace

just sit here with
              walls evaporating
                  streets dissolving
neighborhoods wiped away
                 entire cities sinking into oblivion 
                                     my eyes still open
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