Pain Shelf

Two volumes
Second to the bottom
Each ode wears darkness well 
And memory serves gravity 
I fell then
Fall again 

Each face reads different
Italics embolden
False commas appear
Hurt wrestles body parts 
Merit thirsts
Fairness hungers

Pages are dinner again 
Ink scars pretend to art and nobility 
Companionate paper cuts blur my visions 
To prevent marginalia dreams
Change is a death
I won't yet speak