The book lay closed on the table,
and opening it I read the line:
"The book lay closed on the table,
and opening it, I read..."
but so appalled was I to see those words
I shut the book and stood away,
my shattered thoughts
in that moment blown across the room.
What more might I read,
printed in that book?
My hand reached out,
though I begged it not to move,
and as I stared,
it let the pages turn
until the very last
from whch sprang out
the image of fingers
closed around my heart
and from it fell tears of loss
for all it knew and all it loved -
now all turned to dust.
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