Book Club

We are sacrosanct
Meeting in forgotten haunts
To commune with serifed fonts
Minds all racing, this grand pre
Apocalyptic land
Now relies on us deciphering
Our arcane contraband

We are on a quest
To find some meaning in this mess
Or create some if necessed
Earnest questions analyze
Each ligature askance
It's between the lines where we will find our chance to

Turn the tide
Of this semanticide
For the truth isn't dead, it just had to hide
Inside cagey quires
With guiding lights slyly implied
We will find a reading
To set the world anew
We are a book club
What else can we do

We are only hopes
Quaint folkloric hero tropes
Risking lives on horoscopes
Nacarat and mazarine
Sky motion picturesque
We will delve through every rumored tomblike desk, 'til

On the last page, we find the palimpsest
Of an ancient alchemical almagest
Where the mages presaged
We would read our way out of this mess
We are a book club
What else can we do
We are a book club
Who the hell are you



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Sennott
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