Preservation

a poem by Joe Sullivan

I dreamed about you

because you’re all I can

think about

and I’d like to have

other things to think about

but nothing is as beautiful

as thinking about you

and I can never touch you

because I want to preserve you

like mosquito in amber

from the Pleistocene epoch

on display for all time

in the museums of paleontological

evidence across the world

until the world is swallowed

by the sun and all memories are

nothing

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