my only remaining goal in life is to leave
many meaningful things behind
so that in the way seeing a lost loved one’s
formerly cherished things
confronts us with meaning
—
the glass chess pieces
this particular bass guitar
the yarny blue cardigan
—
my number of cherished things will increase
so that upon my leaving
they will all bleed meaning
and
ideally (if it is available to me)
the things I love will keep increasing
until including the entire world
so that then, when I leave,
you will still have the entire world
saturated with me
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