I clutched the book,
it was still warm,
maybe because
it traveled across the Atlantic
in the back of the ship —
a space ship,
couriered
first for my approval,
I looked at it;
a piece of me, but not really of me
since the words and the messages
flowed right through me
I was empty.
Now
full of energy,
excitement brimming from this everlasting fountain
I present to you,
The Sun,
Shining on my Face
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