Three more
Arriving soon
Imagined reading
Rising Higher
The stacks.
What a book contains
Is of another world
So we seek
Endless words
Though each
Book contains
A final page.
A life of reading
Will always exist
Outside of reality
Competing with
Digitized Hyper-reality
The book dwells
In dusty corners, murmuring
Waiting for its moment.
The author knows nothing
Of the existence
Of those printed pages
Only the number
Of copies sold
Haunting their
Sense of purpose
And place.
Modern world selling
The objects in transit
None of this
Ever made sense
To the artist
Anyway.
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Originally Published on Medium
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