I've come undone, a bit
I see you’re looking critical
Greater than my sum, I sit
Can you see beyond this citadel?
You're frightened of a falling sheet
A slice of life unspoken
The brittleness of tawny pleats
Portends adventures broken
Only the hero will furl the cover
Read the first word, and the second
Enfold the mess of life in color
And feel the spine begin to stiffen
And soon hold upon its steady boughs
Whole passages far-reaching
Characters alive and sound
Threading pages with their treasons
Fear not the fear of loss
It will bridge the faults and fissures
It's hard to go too far off course
When hearts beat into the future
The pieces will hold, you will hold
All the cards in a game well played
Though never before like this
It is you who bind the pages sundered
Tend the story gently plundered
Wholly new, wholly you —
Minus a page or two
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