Paperback Labyrinth
Outlined in a halo
The ideas of one soul
to another
Who knows why this text
calls to me from the void
the faceless overwhelming
shelf of hopes and dreams
As I reach out and touch
the fragile composition
held together by pulp and
pages formed by the past
Does the one who scribed
this unknown entity
know that I will embark
into their labyrinth of ideas
so carefully pruned
collected from a cloud
turned liquid then solid
and sealed to be sold
The story I am about to consume
might as well be greek until
the focal point of my view
shapes it into meaning and then
leaves an impression in me
finding my own way through the maze
to the center of these dreams
where the meaning of life lies
inside this book
inside any book
anywhere
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