Worn Poem by Max McGovern

Worn.
Thumbed through.
Leather bound
And mappy.
Glowing beckoning.
the envious, timeless and present.

Present yourself with grace.
Walk on slow and paced.
Electrically satisfying,
Peacefully alive.
Simultaneous and lasting
Embellished yet fully true
Fully you.

And under such light
One can spin for days
For hours.

Finding powers veiled by the mind.
They were always there to find.

Water turns black
And then water again.
Air and exhalation.
Lost consciousness
Losing cells.
Oh these spells.
Cast that light on me once more.
Just once more.