I peruse pages, person frozen,
Somnol-int-ent on my feet,
Solemn also; apt to not note
Chance known faces who may greet,
In the bookshop - den of treasure!
Badger-like, I settle there,
Passing unknown time in browsing -
Mundane world? I’m unaware,
Drifting through fantastic landscapes,
In converse with types outré !
Thrilling risks and skinned-teeth escapes
So displace the everyday.
Tomes, too, factual and varied
Keep me rapt as text informs.
Here I stand, a Donnish island -
Book-thralled, beyond social norms.
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