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I enjoyed this poem. There are very few words and so it hits the reader very quickly, almost all at once, but powerfully so. The verb "live" to describe the toilets and garbage cans is a strange personification, because nothing else in the poem brings them to life. But I love the quick contrast between a "palace" and this dirty, dingy, ramshackled place of living.

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Thanks for sharing this poem about a person who feels that his mind. where garbage cans live toilets and shit reside, needs to be constantly cleansed. Please note tat as sinners we all have shit and toilets and other such nasties in our minds that need to be cleansed away. Sometimes we scrub them away and they tend to rteurn. Flushing the toilet of the mind is a constant affair for us sinful humans. It is part of human nature ever since the fall from human perfection or grace described in Genesis.

For those who might be wondering what such shit and other garbage is, the Bible describes it as thoughts of murder, adultery, fornication, theft, unforgiving revenge, sadistic cruelties, lusts, etcetera. The Apostle Paul told us that he experienced a constant struggle to cleanse his mind because what he wanted to do was always being opposed with what he didn’t want to do. He also told us that Christ died for such sinful thoughts and that we can be deemed righteousness based on his Ransom sacrifice. In short, have his righteousness imputed to us. The poem doesn’t tell us this. It doesn’t offer the hope that we are offered of being made anew in God’s image. Instead it expresses the hopelessness of being afflicted with a soiled mind forever or for at least the duration of life.

A very interesting and controversial read. Looking forward to reading more of your work.