Many Book to Read
Like fallen autumn leaves
They scatter about me
Words like lives
Awaiting rebirth
I am not their creator
But, I hold the power of life
Lazarus, come forth
I bring them to life
Again and again
Cradled in my hands
The spine crackles
The leaves whisper
The symbols spring to life
Speaking only to me
In words too soft
For others to hear
From beyond the grave
From a distant shore
I become them
You are what you eat
Therefore,
As I devour
Literary cannibalism
I am ink
I am paper
I am a spaceman, a knight
A villain, a King
For each thousand words
I speak
No sounds
Only pictures
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