On the Swift Closing of a Tome

(ASMR poetry)

The hinge cracks with great purpose.
Thumbs flex to pursue the noble chorus

The decrepit wood hurries to its destination.
A surprising breeze containing the knowledge of generations.

Culminating in a satisfying pound.
Recognized by the observant as profound.

The thundering tome ceded its glory.
A raucous thump on the back of great stories.