In the library, the word-nest,
sentences transcend time
speaking in different accents
beyond their span.
The gold within
jewels the imagination:
black and white
colouring
the pages of life.
Strata of souls at attention,
on parade ground of their shelf,
guarding thought, guiding thought
provoking thought,
in the keeps of their bindings.
You do not fit these bookshelves,
there is no constraining genre
that prisons you within
or chains you with title.
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