Frail hinges pivot On a case's door 

Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion 

Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of 

service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence 

The words the rings Consistency And Social security The miracles high 

tragedy A thought mistaken for a memory Dress lengths assassinations 

Fractured family ties and christenings Local posts will list your 

friends In order of disappearance Lawn scattered tins feed birds The 

portion baked For absent guests The mass edition icon God sent comfort 

Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were 

committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience 

Sound never penetrate sThe servile edges break and faint A thought 

mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the 

patterned wall Recall their voices.


Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have 

fallen onto your magazine for I've been watching and wondering why 

your face is changing with every line you read. All those lines 

and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give 

taste to me. If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the 

way. I cannot read to save my life, I'm so ashamed to say. 

I live in silence, afraid to speak of my life of 

darkness because I cannot read. For all those lines and circles, 

to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me. 

If she could it would be wonderful. Then I wouldn't need someone 

else's eyes to see what's in front of me. No one guiding me. 

It makes me humble to be so green at what every kid can 

do when he learns A to Z, but all those lines and circles just 

frighten me and I fear that I'll be trampled if you don't reach 

for me. Before I run I'll have to take a fall. And then pick 

myself up, so slowly I'll devour every one of those books in the 

Tower of Knowledge.