Living across from
a cathedral shaped
library, I worshipped
the people near and
beyond me, with
them treading all
we had to read
and, lulled, to serve
and to sever. I did not
recite and I have
not since I laid out
front of the church
of elder books, top
off under a white
sun, sleeping in silk
pants. I am not proud
of my days, or their
collection, and
was not then, but of
course I was once a cross
a figure of capital.
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