Old print, new print
Does it really matter?
Flipping through each leaf, clarity comes to mind
With each turn, a new knowledge
Paper to thumb, prints to mind
An incomplete thought leads to continuity
Another story begins
Will I still be left glued to my seat or it’s time for my mind to drift?
Is a shakespearian sonnet attached to the middle, or a dirge that signals the end?
I play peek-a-boo with the pages, a flitting hesitation
More to discover I know but I dare not seek
Knowledge is only permitted to those who search
Some only for the gifted, others best left on mercy’s trail
Carefully closing I exhale
Still a pupil under Patience’s tutelage
© pulchae 2016