Friendless Center - edit3

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Friendless Friday


The wonder of these minds which orbit earth  ... I didn't understand what minds were being referred to
as goldfish circle in their crystal bowls
defies all majesty, all terms of worth
by its ubiquity, untouched by souls.

I weep for things which cannot love me back–  ... nice
old figurines I own, toys dressed as lives–  ... 'toys dressed as lives' is reaching
and sadly smile at eager grins I lack
on painted faces false as man contrives.  ... don't like the inversion here, solely for the rhyme

Inconstant, things I own:  they shall not be  ... nice
grave goods to burn or bury in a tomb;
mute matter, they cannot accompany
my dissolution but outlive my doom. 

You toys, you things, I love you more than time ...the time, or wasted in the next line would be correct
I waste in dusting you, on tears and rhyme.  ... 'on tears and rhyme' is a forced rhyme. The thought logically ends in 'dusting you'.

Passing through a patch of poet's paralysis... can/should this one be saved?

Definitely worth saving and reworking. The thought is there, but the rhyming scheme forces contortion.