⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠Yes,
we all seem to look at it
for at least a moment or so. We
become enshrouded in ourselves. (it pulls
us away
⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢ from things)
⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢ We eat our dreams
off the plates
⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢ of the restaurant. And we will stay
distraught.  

There is a golden picture, an atlas.
Hung upon the bathroom wall
held by a nail
                    dangling,
                              ­   off to the side.
It had a warmth to it. Latin ramblings
and labels littered the grand panorama.
But the bathroom stayed minuscule;
⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡ ⁢  ⁠ ⁡a common misconception.