Falling Open(其他)

I see

What isn't there and what might be：

All the pages falling open

Out of my grasp

The future floods my fingers：

The blood that binds the bone

For us a given unforgiving known

All I've known unknowing

Although I'm stumbling onward on the words

The script is always clasped

Within my hand encrypted

Now I see

A loosening grip

A palm asweat from clenching

The binding's ripped leaves fluttering to the floor

The book slips through my fingers

All the pages falling open