Books

It is a vestigial fear of rain- clouds
As the books stack up to the infinity
From a hyphenated to a seeing sky
Whose stars turn sand grains of sea ,
Each a microcosm writ from the night.
The books can contain anything of light
But they snuff out your breath smartly
As eyes adjust to their intense light.

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