the things physical we could not live without,
the objets d'art that decorate the tapestry of
the primary bones of our existence

each of us differing,
each of us, a different list,
utilitarian is beauty,
thus our individuation
distinguishing and distinguished

a trash can,
purposed for our wastrel wastage,
and yet, beloved by waves of utilization and
discard
only after much  usage, kept nearby as a token of
our appreciation, only to be dumped unceremoniously
when the
memories grow overly fulsome

Why you think I reference the common kitchen garbage?

No, no! why it is our brain,
that be cleansed nightly,
leaving only the wisps of life aprior,
that reruns in wisps, only sometimes,
for better or for worse,
recycle-able