Not too far in, the hero -- nice but inconsequent --
Drowses in an old house. From a tapestry
A figure emerges, looks at him and then
Steps back. This happens every time anyone
Reads the book. Someday, though the figure,
Will change her mind and become
Part of the story, leaving the hero asleep
As she turns and twists the plot into one
That suits her better -- one with bright colors
And unlikely figures dancing in the margins.
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