Wednesday, August 20, 2014

READING TABLE



Warmly, touched
The heart, of
My silent sage
My loving reading-table,
Bloating my tears
On its wooden gaze

All books
That I flipped
Days and nights, under
Thy table-lamp
Lay wasted
In dump

Had steered, tearing
Many paper-boats
Down, knowledgable inks
Combing wisdom with unripe oar
To find none
To hold the truth

Measuring my worth, down
Cry erupted:
Offend me not
By thy gloomy face
My doleful 'table' friend
While you live me inside

Give me twitching ears
Seeing my plight
To hear thy silent wisdom
Away from omnibuses of inks.
Had I held any truth?
to you my dear 'table', now
See how I flow my tears onto you!

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