The books are packed with empty pages

No one comes here any more
No one’s been here since time
Itself forgot this place existed

In other places mayhap maybe but here
Empty pages would wither rather than speak
A language understandable
To us who mouth while others nod

We wisely don’t admit our mouths
Are moving without saying thoughts
There are none; nodders likewise
Nodding with no need of and indeed
In fear of understanding

Waste their concerns
Take precautions unnecessary
It will never, can never happen
She believes that’s called received wisdom
And wonders where she lost it

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I really dig this one.