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Spaghetti knots

The books

The following was a bad poem written while reading bad poetry.


Who are the books

the readers or writers;

who controls which

the text seems mightier


even when blank

or pressed and bound

left alone to rot

where imagination compounds


but this is folly:

interpretation dominates

for the writer dies

while the reader propagates


with understanding or not

congruence or otherwise,

they hold the paper

whereas it holds flies


and bears and worms

and mythical horses

which do not exist yet

but time always courses


until you find me here,

writing away from you,

wondering who am I

and which book I am too

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


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