I like to read slowly,

                                      As if, through osmosis,

                 I could absorb the majesty

    Of ink upon the page.

      I love to run my nail

            Along paper's edge,

                          Teetering on the equilibrium

                                                       Of fate moving forward.

              If a picture's worth a thousand words,

        And all the world's a stage,

   Then, the Cosmos contain a single story

      Waiting to be read

           Beneath a quilt of clouds

                              By the light of the moon,

                                                       While being rocked by the sea.