Monday, January 12, 2015

Eyewitness to Bibliomancy


At my wits' end 
By all I see before me, 
I pick a book I believe

To hold truth; I balance it 
On its spine and allow it 
To fall open; with eyes closed 

I pick a passage and let truth flow 
Back through my fingers 
To the future

 Till it blinds me.





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3 comments:

  1. Jonathan ChantJanuary 12, 2015 at 9:54 PM

    I've had a similar kind of day. Now I'm off to find a book...

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  2. vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)January 14, 2015 at 9:28 AM

    Hope you find the right one. :)

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    1. Jonathan ChantJanuary 14, 2015 at 9:23 PM

      Poor White - Sherwood Anderson. Very much the right one. Thanks for the great poem Vassillis.

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