Are People Books?

my books…
my true treasures
faithful and constant.
always there,
waiting for me…

they never cry off
as too busy,
too tired,
too too too too…
they’re always
there always…

each time
there is something new,
something I didn’t see the first
(or second or third or fourth)
time thru…

I swear that books
write themselves,
add things based on
the currents we have
connected to them
like veins,

and what we are living
somehow informs them
and they change in accordance…

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