Tumultuous, a day of  books
Commas in the precise middle of lines

And if it was a mistake, my coming back here at night
It is only that I am slowly coming to terms with my mortality
Like stepping out the back door at a party
To look at Orion, creeping in wee hours

My eyes refuse to behave as they once did
I can only see the Pleiades by aversion
Seeing out of the corner of my eye
Dusty and sparkling at the same time

Silverfish eat away at the corners of open pages
I never saw them, I never contemplated them
Their tiny shine on the life of paper
So they are ghosts of silverfish now

I am reading here, and imagining how I
Would have felt if you had
Ever asked me to return

So here is some character development at last
In Chapter Twelve, near a dim
Association of guttering
Stars.