BOOK ST.

(structureless)

still spines

an enticing

glimmer of

a portal into

unknown thoughts,

ideas, theories,

moments captured

in an abyss of

time, space, sound

silent hands

building the world

inside your head

as you drink the

words that swim

in your eyes

overwhelmed

your fingers

make a path

leading you

around a

maze that

consumes your entirety

swallowed by

unspoken words from

unknown lips

sewn shut by

the bindings

that stop

a frenzy of

contrary worlds

spilling into

one another

a storm

remaining anonymous