a good book flows like Taichi,
it can never truly be possessed.
it moves between friends like good feelings.
like the tiger,
its contents is without contention,
it can only be embraced for a while
and returned to the mountain.
it circulates and evolves.
revolves like chi,
like fair ladies work the shuttle.
it guides the hand like braille
through text and texture,
conceiving new life
soft and subtle as baby’s breath.
By K. Osei
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