Old print, new print
Does it really matter?
Flipping through each leaf, clarity comes to mind
With each turn, a new knowledge
Enlightening perplexity
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


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