Here smells of paper and bitter brew,
No dunes, no sadhus — just shelves in view.
Yet every tome is a road you take —
Both hero and reader, for goodness' sake.
And this is the rescue — to not be the same,
To grapple with Seth for a sliver of flame.
Blink — and you're pressed to the wall's cold face:
"I'm not the first — you're all in this place."
Sunset... Book Club
© Copyright: Максимильян Мельков, 2026
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