There is a book burning in me.
\nIt wants to find its words.
\nIt is like a soul without a mind.
\nA jewel with the dazzling emptiness
\nof its arms.
\nIt needs a partner in crime.
\nA motive for an implicate world.
\nFor shapes.
\nIn my case a book
\nopening its leaves to the sun.
\nA song finding its bell.
\nA tomb waiting to be filled
\nwith violets taken from the grass
\nand used for markers.
\nEveryone has a book in them,
\nthe walk about,
\nthe beginning and end of time.
\nI have mine,
\nand I am busy writing it. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a book burning in me. It wants to find its words. It is like a soul without a mind. A jewel with the…<\/p>\n