The Bookkeeper



"The Bookkeeper"

what guides the mind,
that guides the hand,
of those stories 
that are written
and delivered?
they are already set
in the Other's
firmament.
the numbers 
of time
in a heart 
marked singular,
and transparent,
the soul’s promises
kept and unkept
in contract,
the foregone
conclusions
for page turning
calculating prophets,
pure and impure 
the many 
gains and losses
in the Other's
assumed absence;
in rhythm and rhyme
all the ways to go -
were laid 
in a book, 
embedded, 
for you long ago -
the choice was yours, 
the gift freely given, 
the freedom opened,
the Love
drawn 
automatic

seen in the mirror's
reflection

Entry,
your token.

all your stories
read,
all your stories 
ghost written.



Candide Diderot. ‘24

i amlightlovemusefree verse

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