book ends

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my nose in this old book

a seance with every hand 

that held it close

at every fireside lighted

in the dust down gloaming 

  in every nook

  in every strand

  of thought morose

  or drawn delighted 

  booked and roaming

in stares and stares

that rage on the pages 

of where's oh where's

that ache down the ages

entangled in my poem

a very particular duality