oh, literature —
what are you?
what is this magic
this tingling sensation
feeling the spirit of a book
do you ever pick up a novel
and feel its heartbeat?
do you ever
feel your heartbeats sync?
does it ever speak to you,
beyond
the mere words on the page?
does a book ever feel more alive,
more teeming with vitality
than the supposedly-inanimate
should?
I can feel immortality in these words…
you are a receptacle for spirit.
the library is…
home to seances, channeling divinities,
a liquor store,
inebriating spirits at every turn,
graveyard and maternity ward,
dimensional gateway,
grimoires littering shelves,
spells teeming with potency,
thank you for feeding my mind,
my heart,
my soul.
God bless literature
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 