Public Library

The dead are a library
In which you are told
"Unfold pages"
"Unbend the ravaged corners,"
Placeholders of unwrapped
Bodies, untombed.

We erase carbon marks
As if their lives
Were once tracings,
Maps written on the back
Of mummies until exposed,
Becomming the singular dream
Of the Clairvoyant Brotherhood.
~

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