The book only had a title,
opened to blank pages idle.
Why a book with no words,
maybe they flew with the birds?
Even in blank pages,
the book was causing rages.

On second view it had no title,
the pages reached out to startle.
Was this all imagination,
a mirage in configuration,
or a book of tricks?

Then there was no book,
like it was taken by a crook.
The mind was playing a game,
first a book with no name.
Ending in pages of same.

Out in limbo zero,
the book needed a writing hero.
with no hero,
the book may remain a zero.
It's title haunts,
it's body daunts.

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