Shuttered Windows
To speak of the smell & feel of books, the erotics of the text, has begun to sound perverse
One by one, the old places of worship temples, bookstores, Nature herself become quaint and are vacated
In their stead a gleaming, ambitious screen part shuttered window, part distorting mirror full of wandering, restless spirits
Like so many ghosts in limbo —
free of the tyranny of bodies, yet aching for their phantom limbs.
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