(A book is a painting's opposite)
This book is a monument
to a passionless existence
that folds over no corners,
cries on no pages,
and never feels the need
to clutch the book
just to stop itself from
throwing it across the room.
Only a deep respect for a book
can leave it mangled and abused,
stripped of all its trimmings
and fashioned into almost a character,
its outward body now reflecting the inner soul.
Soulless people leave you with pristine books
Soulless books leave you with pristine people.