Space, space, so much free space.
Shelves, shelves, so many empty shelves.
Grab a head, take off the face,
Stack them in twelve’s.
But what next?
Bones, hair, wings, skins,
Teeth, eyes, bloodied fins,
Stick them on pins,
Accompanied by helpful text.
My specimens are as beauty,
Adorning my shelves,
Perfect in ambiguity, are they humans or elves?
The shelves are full;
My collection is complete.
But I am gripped by ennui, so I toss it and repeat:
Space, space, so much free space,
Shelves, shelves, so many empty shelves.
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