I wish, that was pure D-shearian meanderings.
It reminded me of his poem “The Second Coming”
I like your meanderings.
There the Brown Leather bound book sat upon the third shelf of my bookcase, its eyes surveying the room spread before it.
An occasional puff of Green steam and an iridescent blue light emitted from the pages reassured the other books upon the shelf that the contents where safely under control.
Just a small pool of coffee had to be mopped up from the floor each morning by the house keeper.
For Forty generations the Book of “ Pure D-shearian meanderings” had lurked undisturbed upon that shelf, the half inch thick calfskin restraining the unknowable knowledge bound within....
Now the Eyes of the book where filled with terror......a hand had been placed upon the spine and was pulling.....!
It was Ceirdwyn!
Noooooo! Hissed the other books as the covers rubbed in passing.
The hands released the clasp on the back of the book and lowered it gently upon the Reading stand.
The Antique Calfskin cover creaked as it was prized open, for only it knew the contents yet to be revealed.........