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Bookcase

I clean out the bookcase.
I really have to make some room.
I pick up a book and put it in the box.
I place another there, then I look at the 3rd.
It stays right in my hand.

I enter its pages.
Stories roll before me
In multitudes of stages.
Soon I am lost to “here.”
My mind is in the plot.
I simply am unaware
That what is there…is not!

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