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Luminous Librarii
Books and sound fill his dusty library,
the archive of existance he keeps in
semi-disrepair in a small locked
gold box about the same size and Pandora's.
At night he snores with majesty and
abandon, all thunder and thick rain
as he dreams more variations of
centuries-old dismal landscapes.
He wakes -- escapes as the rooster wails
into the pitch black with red pre-morning
chill. He shudders, his sweat-sweet
shoulders tense with knowing the key is lost.
He has not read Robert Frost, but feels the
catch between clashing forest, the burning
day and the frozen despair as
his library card is revoked.
Pandora screams at him, "Be quiet!"
Hope.
