Coffee-stained notes

 

Coffee-stained notes.

Rings, like black holes

pulling the words in,

to soak, in the bitter

caffeine-tinged seas.

Bygone days of memory.

Words, handwritten lilting

towards the elliptical chasm.

A vast canyon of darkness

for them to dive into.

To coat themselves

in the coffee residue

and create a whole new scent

for the story to be perfumed through.

 

The words explore further ashore,

across lined parchment floors,

until they reach a place

where the ground doesn't extend.

Only the vastness of space expands.

Where the lines stop,

and the paper trail ends.

Letters peer precariously over

the torn worn-out edges,

wondering will they ever make the cover

or spend eternity

teetering over slippery ledges.

These letters and words only want to be seen,

to be more than images on a paper screen.

 

So, the weary words wonder worlds

Wherever will they go?

They wander this themselves,

pondering of future shelves,

but for now, where the story flows

even they don't know.

But the coffee rings remain,

creating a view

rivers of arabica bean brew,

rippled over the yellow-aged page.

To create a stage,

for the words to portray,

to perform, to play,

a story.

A sip of coffee

and its back to work for the day.

 

 

 

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