YOU THINK, AND THUS YOU SPEAK

The Book had bones. Belied by Time’s vendetta with Vellum.
I had finished. And all the revels in It -
Seeped from an Unwell Spring where Winter’s Wound
would always keep the Venom 
A Keepsake in remembrance of an Inner Child 
as Precocious as a swarm of Locusts… 
wherever tomes were broken at the spine… 
He focused. 

Felt the Leather like a Priest - Recently released from draconian vows His chastity would have long despised… 
If his Innocence had only known the Eve
of his Destruction as only an Inner Man recalls.
But Hallowed were the halls.

Despite the Gravity so rare a thing as wisdom brings -
He Levitates as every chapter churned the milk 
that fattened a golden calf
Into butter enough for Loaves of Zero. Plus one.
and a crust of Yes.

At the Rubicon, a step was taken 
into a Wilderness of No Return 
Where the Natives had no word for Exile. 
And a Child was A Curious Thing

To the Death.

II

The Book had bones. And I know because 
I found them in the margins
While turning the last page in a reverential stupor… 
More words!
And I found them - !
Fluent in AfterThought 
As I read them like stroking 
a panther.

And I Quote…… "

you think and thus you speak
whatever Thinking thinks 
To Think a lot.

And Speaking -
speaks what Thinking 
spoke of speaking 
after Thinking
Thoughts.

So -
Thoughts are Thunk.
And Thinks are Thinked
and all the Speaks 
have Spoke.  "

and now begins The  Cramp of Legend 
for my anonymous hand ! Oh joy !
my pharmacist will be Kip with The Beard.
Because Akiko in a Lab Coat is more than I deserve
or something... Ever felt like that?

Oh God! I hope she didn't Quit !