The Story Book Poem by Mal Sealy

The shop housing many
Tender- words painstakingly entombed,
Hours i could spend on each
Words of beautifully sprawled laziness, almost painstakingly real

But a personal favorite!
Braille- punctured story books! !
A word aired roughly
A strung sentence-
Fingers lead faultingly
Richness of reality!
Word pushing out of
Unique fingerprints inked indeed

Oh but yours! !
Yes, yes unique: but interestingly weighted!
An indelible weightiness linking
I question?
A unity with your peers?
I feel a bordered unbound inclusivity entrenched yearnestingly for peace

Is it?
A yearning unfathomably born from want
Innocent raw wanting?
Beyond borders of past and present
Past truths
Now truths
Burdensome pains of dripping memorabilia...
Linked by
Not sadness nor pity..?

Is it a inherited convergence point that has to be aired/hung maybe?
But no doubt my dear...

Its flavoursome whispered airings of absolute vulnerability has been read