Journal Turmoil pt II: The Age of Bones

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Alas, another book

Worn to the bone

Like a weary stomach

Consuming time

Capturing my thoughts

Like a high tide captures

The fingertips of the shores

Tucked in and done

Like your children at night

Another book to feed the shelf

To stuff it down

A slow-functioning drain pipe

How many more, alas,

To fill a shelf

When all they do is capture dust

Within the pinch of fingers

Forgotten as the words carved out like stone

On every unnoticed page

Worn to the bone

Worn to the crease

Worn out and tired

Of consuming so much ink

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