Friday, March 10, 2017

Basement Library

I am a book opened -
Dog-eared and panting
I sweat the ink
Blotting out meaning

I am losing my place;
who tore my binding?
I am tearing pages
I am slowly blinding

Where are the words?
There are only thoughts
Mingled together
Here, in inky spots

I am history rewritten
In soggy intention
I breed the mold
With careful attention

A thousand words
And a million spaces
Are submerged by Truth
A lie that erases

There is no reward
No alternate ending
I am soaking in dreams
Of Time never-ending

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