I am

I am
snatches of time and
rhythmless breathing,
ragged ruffling of pages
and the musky scent of ink.
I am – paper over pixels
(loving the latter nevertheless),
purely sentimental, purely
feeling.
I find
curved spines to be
storytellers, and
torn edges
life – in the best sense,
and in the
glowing sweet evenings
among lines and under stars
I was,
but am not,
on my own.

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