“When I close a book I open life…”
Keep their magic open in pages
In the smell of paper and print
And dark smell of the ancients.
Just open the book, not to shut.
Surprise worms at their game,
Add its dusty pages to your life.
You close a book and open life.
Do not close it for God’s sake.
You close to be stuck with life
Staring down at your failures
Through the futility of magic
That vanishes on each closing.