The Streams of Continual Reading

Slowly, Branched out, in this City of Water

Every time the Sunlight Walked into the Streets

The Grasses in the School Campuses Swayed

The Sound of the Water, Breaking Through the Rocks

a place like this one???  with all those, used books for sale…photo from online…

Made Me More Alert

I’d, Walked Down to the Cracks Downstairs

With the Words, Seeping Through

On the Way, the Posters Stacked onto Each Other

Like Those, Prehistoric Cave Drawings

With Every Step I Took

The Civilization, Took a Step Forward

The Consciousness Here, Melted by Erosion

Displayed onto the Shelves

The Knowledge, Dripped Themselves into Stones

The Blind Creatures

Started Procreating and Swimming All Over the Desks

The Sound of Recitation Chased on

The Bats that Missed the Chants

a place like this???  Photo from online…

How Do You, Know the Boundaries of the World

As that Fearsome Humidity Attacks from All Around

This Town of Water is, Way too Dry

I’d, Dried Us all Up

The Crowd Moved Quickly from Up Above

The Echoes Barged into the Book Room

I’d Still, Kept My Head Lowered

My Gazes Grazed Across that Unsettled Night

As I’d, Searched, for the Source of Light

Like a Sleepwalker

And so, this, is how important books and reading is, to this narrator, s/he had, discovered this, special place underground, a bookshop, where s/he loved going to, because, it’s, a sort of an escape, from the noises of the outside world…