The Story

• Posted by: Kishon James
• Created: March 30, 2016
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The book is open,

All the words are spilled;

Left to the mercy of the world,

To be interpreted, and have the good intentions killed;

Still there is hope, as at least one there must be,

One empty vessel just waiting to be filled.

This perfect vessel,

Perfectly empty, filled with void;

Its new occupants, the words,

Hope has the book feeling overjoyed;

But walls have eyes, and they sometimes speak,

Corrupted, the vessel’s innocence is destroyed.

But all books tell a story;

And what’s a good plot without conflict?

And everyone loves a good climax,

No! naughty naughty, that’s not a play on the clit;

Climax makes the resolution fulfilling,

A better ending could not even be handpicked.

At this point,

The vessel becomes a part of the story;

Trapped by the intensity of its emotional attachment,

The author hopes his story won’t be like excess water in curry;

But instead create a perfect reaction like chemicals would be,

If there was no Dee Dee in Dexter’s Laboratory. 

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