A Book

The book, yes that one there

with yellowing pages and rugged corners.

Pick it up, hold it.

Feel the cover beneath your finger tips.

Feel the lumps and bumps of time.

Feel it.

 

Open it up to the very first page,

see nothing

and nothing

and nothing.

 

At the bottom of the page

merely one word.

“Silence”

 

See the message repeat on page after page.

After a hundred and one pages,

will you understand?

 

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