Archetypal Book

The book of endless titles
Spills open with cider air.
Broken spine, torn seams
Endless lines
From endless dreams.
Scent-orious olfaction.
Robust and pilfering despair
Depleted exhaustion
Nor breathing
with hope or care
Noting the place I’d last forgotten,
I shook as I rode past time
Through spotted pages
The chanty hymn
of mages
Raging on
and on
and on…
The endless book of titles
Flaming amber tongues of light
Alive in the contemplative ocean
Crease chapter
so ends the night.

by Robert Plese

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