I reside within a room book
in hands eyes consumed
on the pages between the
lines forming pictures from
words entwined
without interruption
I read it through impressions
of an author I never knew
Thought brought to a place
where it is witnessed by
the here and now open to
endless possibilities
which are disciplined only by
the limitations set out by
ourselves and others around us
Like thought echoed by
predeceasing generations
for us in fact and rhyme
written and bound
sealed in time