Reading poem

Ephemeral – courtesy of http://www.peterwestermann.com

Why do we hunger for stories

which transport us

envelop us, drown us

in different worlds?

Cocooned in pages,

their power of persuasion

so invincible

that we willingly succumb

to tales of other lives.

Is it because the worlds in our dreams

tantalizingly glimpsed

are no more than

Vaselined memories?

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