I never remember reading the back of the book
first.
Always started with the beginning.
Not to say I was not thirsty,
to hear about the story in shorthand rendition.
But who are these bit players?
And where will they fit in these told layers?
And why is the story untrue
Always started with the beginning.
Not to say I was not thirsty,
to hear about the story in shorthand rendition.
But who are these bit players?
And where will they fit in these told layers?
And why is the story untrue
To what I thought and dreamed was you.
This book is big, with barely visible font.
As much as I want to skip this chapter I simply cannot.
It’s as if the book is engaging itself,
with me reading all by myself.
Was this first written in pen so permanent and final?
Or is
only the first revision being received by mail.This book is big, with barely visible font.
As much as I want to skip this chapter I simply cannot.
It’s as if the book is engaging itself,
with me reading all by myself.
Was this first written in pen so permanent and final?
I’m half way though.
Reading though all colors- red, white and blue.
Will this story ever come to an end?
Or is this conversation just beginning my bound friend.
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