the books she reads
on stories she feeds
and there is a need
a hunger with which she plays
maybe yes the leadsinger says
once again headmaster of black
and she moves her spine
in lack of existence
through pages she move
whilst turning her back on rhyme
tear letters apart
and oh,
out of all heavy books
comes a line
a red thread made of words combined

she holds it in hand
between fingers she play
and then she say:

this is to walk on.