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Acquiring as a habit
dulls the world overloads
the circuits sure
at first there’s all the sparkle
and fizz till one huge pop
of light and it goes dark
another cookie or gift
wrapped unwrapped deals
delivered to your inbox while
you are busy wrapping unwrapping
but always more to buy time
Time. Time is pounding at my
heart yelling Stop. Just stop. Listen
to the snow. Drink the tea already in
our cupboards. Light
the shabby candles we already own
since the circuits are blown open
our arms let all the giving and
receiving dissolve in the air
let it become the snow
as it rises, as it falls.

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