His library is wider than its walls
and taller than the border of its roof,
It has oceans, mountains and paths
leading deeper ever deeper into forests.
It has galaxies and deep space void
were spiders walk on wispy legs.
There are salt and honey, both ambrosia
and toxin, both deceits and facts.
So before you open up its doors
look back with care and the world you leave
See how minuscule an ocean is,
how wee the world, compared to every dream.
The librarian’s domain is stretched beyond its walls
and reaches upward, bursting roof and ceiling,
It’s Assembled from oceans, bluffs, and cliffs
with paths meandering, probing into jungles.
The library is galaxies echoing with voids
were wispy-legged tarantulas wobble.
The books taste salt and honey, toxin and ambrosia,
and are brim-filled with deceits and facts.
So when you seek his atheneum
look back with care before you close its doors
Scrutinize the puddle we named ocean,
realize how dreams may gobble up your world.
Today we are doing editing of our own poems at dVerse. hosted by Peter who hosts as a regular for the first time as a bartender.
I rewrote this poem
September 10, 2020