An endless library

March 25, 2011
I turn through the maze of knowledge.

The weight of the books push the bolts to breaking.
The shelves fall and books crash down into a sea.

Perhaps if I had cast a net into this sea,
I would not find myself lost between the sections of QU and RA.

What if I just sink in?
Let the ink from the pages soak into my pores.

If I drown myself in knowledge,
Will the librarian smile
as she plays the organ at my funeral?

Closed casket.

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