Book Shelf

 

transpose your sentimental self

into the books that line your shelf,

 

become the beasts that fearsome roam, 

possess their traits as if your own,

 

devour the words you fall upon

feast until the hunger’s gone,

 

and in that knowing spare yourself

that you might share what counts as wealth.

 

◄ The Belly of My Beast

Precious Flesh ►

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Marsha

Wed 26th May 2021 23:34

Thank you Martin I'm pleased you found something in this.

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Martin Elder

Mon 17th May 2021 11:22

There is a lot said in these few words and they are worth reading again and again. imbibing each line
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