The Muse Reads

The long, slow, contemplative stair …

I dream each step I take

Up there.

Once books were art and more,

Each page, a love letter,

Perused with care.


One step beyond one’s self,

And many stairs to what is ever there.

Let Escher,

Manufacture me a library,

And I will enter in and disappear.

J.R. McRae

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