Who are these gleaners
Of our secrets and detritus?
Castaway dreamers that slink
Cycling through what might just
Be the containers that hide us-
In the same way I seek,
Lifting night's lids,
Poking and peeking about
The discards of our days
Redeemed in waves of light.
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