bookshelves
further down the aisle
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"further down the bookshelf aisle"
Further down, the air tilts —
cedar and something sharper,
like paper just torn.
The books lean as if listening,
their shadows knotting
in the seams between boards.
A single bulb flickers,
its light breaking into shards
that glance off a cover
furred with years of quiet.
I keep walking,
and the silence keeps pace,
as if it has business here too.
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