Books - kyrielle sonnet

Books

Books, books are everywhere, too many books,
but I love them. They take up every nook
and space on shelves. I sleep by authors
dead an alive here all at once. Actors

of my dreams, their poetry camps inside
the crevice of my mind, a place to hide –
out until it’s clear to collaborate
uncensored by expected rules of date.

They wake inside the darkness of my sleep
quiet not to close the doors I must keep
to let them through. I’ve seen them all late
uncensored by expected rules of date,

trying to jump through, bashing walls of books
uncensored by expected rules of date.