Crammed ever tighter, stacked ever higher,nall jammed together, the artifactsnOf fifty years agglomerate in cupboards,nclosets, cartons, drawers and shelvesnUntil one final fatal freebie triggersnthe avalanche and the levee fails.nThe seeds split their pods, the sporesndisperse to mushroom everywhere:nHeaps of cast-off clothing climb the backsnof chairs, then shoot out threadsnThat cling to moldings and lamp polesnwhich soon are festooned with websnOf underwear and overalls; stacks of paperbacksnascend on both sides of the toastersnAnd form a bridge to the ziggurat of stereoncomponents where a horde of extras —nWhite elephants, senile Walkmen, sillyn69