Saturday, January 16, 2016

Passage from the Library of Babel

Unfocused repurposed
Fixed and unbroken
Leaving our speech
Mostly unspoken
Yet we'll triumph through life
Too many pages
And they're already written
Book after book
In a hidden infinite
But look what you took
Through hard work and labor
Something remarks on
Your tiny stay here
We pause for effect
Causing affect
Our hands so deft
Becoming adept
Scanning the pages
For something outrageous
Its becoming more painless
that's truly the key
Through all these ages
Its noticing me
And creating the context
For perceiving a 'we'
From so many angles
Who knows what we'll see?

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