You couldskip the cover peel back the pages to find us
lose yourself in the binding flap your arms like buoys in the pacific like an angel in space
after introductions commence and the scenery unravels after words
you could search storms if you really wantedto find us
you could overturn tables or the dirty dishes wander caves or dig holes in the ocean
beneath the tiles and character corridors you could study the accidents or bounce glaciers on the palm of your hand push back the gates or rip open the seams expose our warm tummy our backwards and forwards climb entwined roots walls built to collapse arms written to reach our sweet composed
1. not fresh; vapid or flat, as beverages; dry or hardened.
2. musty; stagnant.
3. having lost novelty or interest; hackneyed; trite.
4. having lost freshness, vigor, quick intelligence, initiative, or the like, as from overstrain, boredom, or surfeit.
5. having lost force or effectiveness through absence of action, as a claim.