the before me looms every spine of varying height and width
a sea of multicolored wisdom swaying in the breeze of my glance
every word that ever was is strung like pearls to hang about my mind
what a wandering wondrous place to be lost
cacophony of image and dream where life is given by muse mandate
this is the running to and the hiding in place of paper-bound worlds
a fort of font and fount of a million restless thoughts
and i would hide myself in this sea of reads and drown in the black ink
waiting for the great amen