You open the pages of books and your nails splinter
Crack freshly bound spines cruelly
Lay bare random words?
You open books
To find the messages you want to see.
If the message is not there
You imbue it into the resisting lines.
Ink smears across the page
Your heart clenches smaller inside its suffocating glove.
A truth so fresh it startles
You close the book
Place it behind college textbooks from 1963
This book is too powerful for you.
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