Ex Libris

I met a man in a strange bazaar
arranging his small stand to sell
dead or alive books
through ages
so fantastic so real

I asked him what’s their use
he answered that this depends
upon the light cast where you open them
your heartbeat’s speed and power
your eyeglasses and other accessories

I didn’t reply and went back on my way
I didn’t understand at all
that fire blazing high behind
that gaze of a bird with torn white wings
those red eyes fallen in the dust
like resin from an old tree bark…

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