Blank pages expand to the edges of this cognitive universe.
They curl in on themselves like waves.
A feather pen floats down and dances out a story across the bleached sheets .
A tale of a slave, a rich woman , a snake
and an old man with a knack for appearing out of forests and fields.
The border illustrates the story.
There are emerald serpants slithering around wooden bowls that can’t hold the mellow apples falling out into the black hole that surrounds this cognitive universe.