Uncollected

I carry in my heart

Like a chest too full to shut

All the places I've been

All the ports at which I've called

All the sights I've seen

Through windows and portholes

And from the quarterdecks, dreaming

And all of this

Which is so much

Is nothing next to what I want

Everything that goes uncollected will be lost

In the grinding unity

Of the great machine

As the people and their saviors

Became ghosts in the dying light

I know, I know how it felt

As the people and their saviors

Became ghosts in the dying light

I know, I know how it felt

I was in them

And they were in me

In the night, all things are erased

The silence reached me

The moment of no importance