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My library

as I enter my library

finally

after getting sick of waiting

just thinking about it

and for what purpose

since it was already here

antique key in hand

shimmering patina in heart

the impossibly heavy mahogany door

seems to glide with ethereal grace

stepping in

I look up

pause

and I keep looking up

and up

and up

and even when I look right or left

behind me

ahead

I keep looking

trying to make out some ending

squinting in awe

locked in stare

but it all only seems to fade beyond vision

of the I’s

so I hop on my ladder to try out a chase

wheels freshly greased so that it slides

doesn’t squeak for now

rather than clunking along

though I always love the comfortable clunking

I grab one shelf

right at the join

pull myself closer to the epic

and then push with ease now

as I straighten the bend in my arm

release the squeeze of my muscles

breathe into my stomach

and let go

and I begin to slide

and slide

and slide

past volumes, editions and

histories

through corridors straight and curved

the track runs every direction

somehow the hardware and engineering become flexible beyond human nature’s common law

4D, 5D, 10D it doesn’t submit to any dimension

the pace never dulls

a bearing without friction

and the scenery

oh the scenery

alphabetical and all so unique from section to section

with their perfectly coded spines

oh the blur,

the shelves, the room, and I

flying through centuries towards the white fade

and somehow we never reach it

while we’re in it

we never reach it

while we are in it

and then,

we’re in it

the majesty of the whole scale

realized

above below, left right

behind and

in front

and at the exact same time

the splinter under the edge of the bottom shelf

obscured by a sheen of dust and

the old hair of readers in prayer

marvelous.

my breathing seems to go completely

somewhere

it’s not required here

so I clamber,

melting off my ladder

the squeaky creak of the boards cuddling my soul

and as I nestle into the corner of corners

beholding the expanding ancient timber

and engravings across the sphere of time

I feel like I finally know what it is to smile

knowing that this is my place

the smile transcending my physical face

and without the need for consideration

I know I’ll stay in this corner of corners forever

nestled in endlessness

my library



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