On the Blue Notebooks and Reading

Slipping away to read

by candlelight

 

where possibilities of peace

cartwheel

 

through words scribbled and redrafted

and tactile, books;

 

though news roars in

bombastic and crude, scapegoats

 

behind every wick.

Music flickers, not snuffed nor dimmed-

 

Steady, an ark.

 

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