And the slippery lickery mercury cool slideroll of the word flashed a grin.
Rescue, retain, restore, recover, save, retrieve those objects that are not yours as though they were once yours, as though they are now yours, saved, preserved, restored. Set in glass. Colour tinted in resin. Lifelike in amber. Precious redgolden and rare. Muse in the gallery, echo chambered in arches, cathedral spaces for mourning, feel more, pay a copper, all time at a glance, and then leave.
In some antonyms truths lie, or the other way around.
Endanger, harm, hurt, injure, lose, waste. But! you cry. If I left the wreck alone a motorcycle would bob in the carcass of freight at the shore in the tide of the sea.
Rusted and lost.
Maybe radiant danger.
A relic from elsewhere, whenever, not here. Someplace vanished or vanishing surely. A lucky leftover trace to be gingerly saved, made marmalade, preserved, on toasts, at tea, politely. And cannons at noon if needed.
I went combing the shore for an antonym, I searched; it was no accident, no happy chance coincidence, I was looking for stormleavings, I was metal detecting, mastering meanings, trophy hunting, for curio concupiscence, finding myself in looking for you,
who are not me.