~Read the tome. And read it again.
Stories meant to never end
but always beginning again.
I felt new refrain
as I gathered my mind.
~Bear a strong grip
on shoulders bare,
I sat and stared
at those endless spaces
between those eternal lines.
Oh those endless spaces
between those eternal lines.
~Read it again, Read it a second time.
Maybe to learn something
new this time. Or just to find
that nothing’s actually there.
And that stories were not made of words,
t’was the spaces that were ultimately kind.