Book Spine Poetry

The resident poet told me about a way to write a poem. She had come across Stan Carey's blog, where he had written about selecting some books from one's bookshelf, by their titles. Then one sorts them into a desired order, creating a poem. Feeling slightly challenged by this I looked at the bookshelves above my desk, and chose sufficient for the following poem. Struggling to think of a title, I spied another book on the shelf, and chose to call the poem by that title.

Hiding from Humanity

The age 
       of Absurdity
Raw spirit
Transition     Mirrors
the value of nothing
Absence
      of Mind
How did we get into this mess?