The Library

This building likes me

Loves me, even

Marble walls and dusty shelves

Patron saints of my meditation

 

Surrounded by impressions

Of solid stone

My periphery is filled

With protection

 

I sit in this fortress

Alone

I am reading, submerged

Sinking…

 

Safe from the cold

Safe from the light

I hide among eons of books

Drifting in oceans of thought

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