Open Book

I try not to see you
between the sheets
of crisp white paper
bound and pressed
to please the casual reader

Try not to overhear
whispered secrets
as the ink spreads
like a Rorschach blot
across the centrefold

Or give names to the players
the walk-ons, 
the shadowy muse,
that hovers in the margins
and in the gutter.


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