Ode to Literature
A simple crack of a spine and the susurrous of pages
precede the enchantment within
ineffable, enticing worlds await, filled with ages
Daily life is filled with a lassitude, an endless,
endless trailing stream of menial tasks
to read is to elude the heaviness
Words bring opulence to the lane
on which one walks every day to work;
they are a felicitous transformation of the mundane
Sinking in, the real world fades expelling the frets
the shimmering veil of a fantasy lifts to reveal
indigos, azures, obsidians and scarlets
Dreams that are not always cheery
but are perpetually awash with feeling
Pain is misery, happiness is euphoria and vivacity
That is reading, if you wish to follow the straights to the
flowing streams are crystal and
friends, enemies, a still and yet alive world awaits
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