each page we read
inside a book
another look
at poetry
and discord

each flaw that gnaws
at our subconscious
furtively
as if to hide
a right of 
no more than
desperation
and mortality
encased in words
both beautiful
and trite

to die a sigh
that whispers to
the universe
as if our verse
significant
to stars

each page we read
another look
in hope the book
will somehow
this time
end its tale
much differently