Nudge from internal nosing into different categories, I mean, there must be some form of,

elaborate label with sprinkling hue alert, banners beyond extremely edgy immediate attention, to even one whose mind, and at one point on the cerebral compass that, curved nail long finger might be awful accusative,

 in its indignant irascibility at the enigmatic person writing,

 about how the mind can be compartmentalised,

 in such graphic detail where items whose pale grey area genesis would be,

as likely to perplex into deep wisteria looping wells of puzzlement, 

Personalities abound but where are they and do,

they have any personality as in a blaze script,

One wonders  in a dazed state of rippling lip smirks,

 at this junk shop which is cluttered yet devious, scheme cluttered with books about books and,

ornate scroll pages inside faint mouldy stain strewn pages.