Small stone 1-29-12

Thousands of unread pages
sit idle
collecting dust around the edges
inflating the space beyond their covers
worlds of undigested words
they taunt me
with their enshrined stories
told to so many
but not me
do I keep them
clinging to the hope
they have something to tell me
or purge them and move on
to the next tale that reels me in
only to leave me
flailing
gasping for more time
on the shore

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