Saturday, November 19, 2016

He Walks on the Banks

He walks on the banks of a book
and gauges her shallowness -
kept from her flow and stalling all music,
he sits his eyes on the surface
and dreams of a thirst he doesn't feel.

The river gravitates to dark recesses 
and shrinks into a memory of life -
he drinks this memory and dreams of desire.

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