• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

the joy of a book

turn its pages
beneath cotton stars
    and
muted skies
of lilacs and roses

blots of lightning
will crack open
    the
origin
of words galloping

so vibrantly
within your mind's eye
   you
briefly die
reborn in fantasy

a spine bends
not from the weight of the world but the release of it

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