Library

"If every one of them
were written down...
the whole world would NOT
have room for the books!"

But this is pretty close.
As far as eyes can see,
resting...desirous to be held,
tower Thomist tomes--
all bound together
and for greatness.

Oh! How the mind
needs this knowledge
to knead the nakedness
that thought occupies.
With every word, the veil
is torn asunder.

This smell of aged pages
fill not only lungs, but hearts.
For if truth cannot divorce,
lust only ventures elsewhere.