Library

I am that sharp intake breath
exhale a gasp escaping
creeping down the rabbit hole
the mist unveiling invitation
shadowy figures cast on wet concrete
too late to shirk from
the alien ship
descending into Sheol
wandering in a slumber for 30 years
succumb to disappearing acts
children on the play ground
resurrects infallible innocence
a strong memory undercurrent
derails me from cyclical consequences
shock therapy out of stupor
hiking further
towards the coast land
towards a light house
find cover and rest in a library
mind melding with every tome

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