What happens if there wasn't another chapter?

If this book had no end?

If all the pages turned frail

Emptying out by the sentence until the words

could no longer prevail

Meaning stripped from each line of ink in an attempt to escape this garrulous jail

For all that you knew would be turned upside down

All the creativity that storms freely in mind would come to a screeching halt

Like birds to a change in frequency

or the impact of inclement weather

Would drop to the ground without a seconds notice

so fast you wouldn't have time to question what's wrong

Now that type of silence would be deafening

Fleeting in purpose

Lost without thought

For those following would wonder

"Is this it?", in baited breath

Or move along inevitably sunk to another line of splendor

From another purveyor of godly words, provoker of mortal thoughts

e.s.keen

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