The Book Poem by Luca Menin

Straight lines rest, held by cover's
imaginations of flavors and desires.
Of faces which you not na'er see,
places where you have not na'er been
spells of ink, wrote by the eyes.

Your body bound,
to an adventure,
or a romance for the day,
To be a hero once again

Pages floating between the fingers
like waves in a gentle sea
as Capitan Nemo exploring the deep seas,
as Capitan Achab hunting Moby dick

The room escapes at the blind light
the hallows eyes confuses the sight
trapped like don Quixote's fighting with his mills
freighting by Dr Frankenstein dreams.

A voice inside your head, whisper in your ears
at your soul resting in the bier
dissolving like shadows at the bright light.
Wake up, wake up.