by Crystalwizard

— by Crystalwizard

Snoll and Books

by Oonah V Joslin

This is the I inside out;
the eye that sees the planet me,
isolate, without they, you or we,
eye catching the light of the word
light the creator gave to me.

Having no mouth, my hungry eye
feeds needs to find identity.

I might as well be roving Mars
silently these quiet volumes
look me in the eye, sympathise,
speak to me of beauty and scars.

Here am I bound, bound to my books.
I am Snoll. Tell me your story
friend.


Copyright © 2007 by Oonah V Joslin

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