Exhibition
written by: Phil Huffy
I can be found in a museum of nothing;
of walls that do not inspire.
My exhibit, unfindable,
its tenure, most questionable,
and my thoughts, barely knowable.
The clientele here is largely invisible;
there is no gift shop or bar.
My dreams are the place of it
in total subservience
to the mind’s nightly regimen.
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