The book
The book
The book wades
Within the shoreline
Of the sands of time
A vehicle
Of transportation
Never literal
Fictional and
That is our point
Our point of story
Of character
Of being seen between
The black and white letters
That make up us
And them
And our never ending saga
Of turmoil and love
The book
The book
The book wades
On the crisp angles
Of the break of a wave
Which carries from
One
End
To
One

End

The book
The book
The book must be kept
Safe
For it is the most delicate thing in the world
For it is the most durable thing in the world
For it is the most precious thing in the world

We have and ever will

Create.