we live in a world of paper.
for the news.
for tickets. for legal documents.
books
and magazines.
greeting cards, invitations.
confetti.
it's a paper moon above the stage.
the ink upon them
bringing enlightenment,
or joy,
or sadness.
each page with its own mood.
thin sheets of paper
in our hand. the centuries of them
piling up.
yellowed and saved,
forgotten or burned.
I've done both, but lately more
to the flame
instead of
the safe.
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