Novella

Novella

The cities were like two high rise shelves of books.
Their contents all too unbeknownst by me.
Which book is about me?
Perhaps, I should thumb through them all and take a peak,
with the crown of my teeth.
Knocking one over and for support,
to the other it leans.
Both of them wishing I was wedged between their weight.
To a greater height...
My feather undusted,
kicking up what is to stay stuck to those two high rise shelves of books.
And look,
to what has remained.
Over a period of time they have became,
stacked with the spines of names.
And not one of them my own,
to behold,
among their catalogue of crypts.
Chapters they have prepared for me,
and from them my own page I have ripped.
The contents of my own table,
fruitful and hearty,
of the truthful and the fabled.
The cities were like two high rise shelves of books.
Their contents all too unbeknownst to me.

10/2024 by T.D.M

Copyright © by Dennis Averey

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