balconies of studies, poems, dreams
written down for posterity's sake
written down to be read
analyzed
understood
argued
confirmed
bound volumes of research
placed on metal beds
to be lost and forgot
for a time
students searching
scouring
studying
surveying the stacks
for the source of inspiration
that strains their theories
stretches their ideas
strengthening and solidifying
the soul of the thesis
written four centuries before
anyone in this building was born
waits the long lost volume
of an unknown author
for over half of eighty years
the book lies waiting for a purpose
to be used in a dissertation
to be needed
acquisitions brought him into his world
cataloging gave him a name
an i.d.
at first circulation put him in browsing
and after his two months were up
he was placed on a shelf
three floors up
in the back
in the corner
in the dark
lost
daylight
an abandoned cathedral of understanding
ghosts of students walk the silent halls
whispering
passing notes
getting that last sentence printed before class
there is barely a buzz of life here
save for the ever busy organs of the building
blood cells staffing each system of operation
ants working for the good of the colony
and for the overall necessity of their queen
knowledge
duskfall
a quiet metropolis of bodies
each working independently
not listening, understanding, or caring about the others
they abide by the code of conduct
two levels of dull roar
three of silence
night is when the flying buttresses come to life
with spirits praying for grace from their masters
worshiping the holy grounds of
physics
literature
history
government
the congregation worships in ignorance
to the others around them
they all pray to the same deity
although they think differently
they all pray to the god of
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