Procrastination At 6 A.m.

the book is open
page 103 is waiting

to be read and to be
understood yet

you are into something
more that pleases your hands

it is the action now and not
the contemplation

it is the moving on with
what the lips shall utter

to make you understand what
is losing and what is regaining

what is it to decompose and
retake the composure

you do not read between the
lines of a fusing self

the book closes upon itself
showing you the face of the

trunk, solid, stoic, and
bland.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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