Hour 22: Into the Wild

On a rainy night

I cracked the spine

Of the book that would change me


Shaping my mind and filling my thoughts

With prophecies and battles

And cats made of flame


The smell of those pages

Is one I have yet to encounter again

So the memory is clear and pristine

Bits and pieces of my life

Between those well-worn papers


Their names remain fresh on my tongue

No matter how long it’s been since I’ve heard their voices

Echoing in my head

I honor them in my own way

Years on

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