I have a friend who didn't used to write
In books. He headed out of town to get
It, groking desecrate and grasp outright
And bringing them to me. I haven't yet
Adopted this; despite his wine and apt
Portrayal of the perks, his method seems
In error -- books are meant to be unwrapped
With care, the boxes saved for other dreams,
The paper stuffing folded up for new
Events, the pages left uncreased and un
-molested. Still, if I could read them through
His eyes, I wonder if I'd get it; one
Can seldom learn epiphany, but slow
And steady needs a sign-post, not a show.
1 comment:
Agh terrible
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