Things you can do with ideas:
Treasure them like mint condition comics;
Hide them from your sister till she weeps.
Cut them into pieces; paste them next
To favorite passages in books you read.
Bury your ideas in the earth,
Shoot them into space in some slim rocket,
Pave the road with them as if they’re concrete,
Fill your ribcage with them like they’re air,
Or sit in some dark room and feel them pulse
Out from you into nothing, separate
And slip away. Your mind will quiet for
A summer moment.
Then they will
Return, now sevenfold, and make you more
A servant of themselves than when they left.