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Bookshelf
Darkness.
Sudden line of sunlight lifts spaciousness, of a wall, expanding,
revealing the corner to a bookshelf: The spine of an anthology,
“Burnt Tongues” sticks out bulbously,
and invisible ideas are suggested on the tips; An impression of a universe off of a spec,
but never can we read a closed book:
compression of pages implying an entirety at once,
next to other instantly implied entireties. Open the cover,
and there’s a slow decompression;
an impression gradually proven/disproven; a spec
to a universe, then closed; a compression of pages
recalls its decompression
when we look upon a book we’ve already read.
Turn away to write this,
and turn back,
finding
condensation of a sight
filling:
Darkness.
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