If you're gonna give your life to a book
make sure it's not made of sand the
grains become inscrutable when you
turn each grain in your leather hands,
scratches formed a million years ago
now truth etched in creepy green;
I am no longer sure what vellum is either
but the word is nice as a begin to believe.
Yes, I am quite sure now that (gasp!)
you should find your truth in vellum
and seek a bookbinder who can emboss
an upgrown bloom curled in leafy gold.