POV

 

 

The story unfolds, an origami swan

Slowly opening on white linen

On the table in the dining room

Flower petals

Or a sailboat

Or a frog

Unfolded it can be anything

Follow the crease lines

Finger lightly skimming

Trace the map of existence

The story unfolds

The book lays open, spine up

A page

A line

Read without context

A different point of view

From the same words

The same folds

The same

Time

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