Tonight,
I go from
All to nothing.
Tonight,
I go from wisdom
To foolishness.
Tonight,
I am reading
Backwards.
Squeezing my
Thumb beneath
All of the
Pages met,
And forcing them
Upward,
I quickly begin
Inverting their order.
One by one it’s
Paper frizzes like
A brandishing blade,
The Numbers blur
Downward,
And my thumb turns
A bright red, straining
To keep rhythm.
Soon,
The final destination,
Page one,
Stares back at me-
Reading a
Most important
Message-
“A”
A what?
A “a”.
If one doesn’t
Start small,
He’ll sure finish
Up that way.
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