Feel With Out Being Felt Poem by zach kaysar

Light shines on the book

A book masked by its cover

Untouchable trapped in a bottle of clouds

You open it

Gloves are the only way

You sit on the chair of unknown

And start to read the pages

Pages that grow like a tree with water

Still cut to a stump with the knife that is power

Candles burn till the end winding down the clock

A fan blows time away to a place of flowers and leaves

Where a boy walks with a cane

And a dyeing man dances on the table with no coat

This separate place is only found in mirrors

But remember mirrors can be deceptive