The library moves to a busier suburb
walking on tight brick columns
cars veering out of the way
It sits somewhere convenient to the reader
we are lost several neighborhoods from there
Trying to make our way back to the library
through our own routines
confused theories of how to follow the map
Rivers and roads and busy intersections
high murmur distracting the mind
displacing it
stalling the engine
and we find ourselves once again
miles from the library
that quiet limelight
the sanctuary of it
the peace we crave
as we take flights of steps to find the city again
each one an emotion curling into the next
from laughter to whisper
from whining to giggling
gasps of disbelief
to long sighs of relief
each toll booth telling us to return
giving us false direction
cheerful deception
and new fancy insights into oblivion
Hope the undying organ
still pumping us forward
the refinery within
crude to combustible
let's find this library
Not at all costs
strange humility requires we pay
even if it distances us from coveted destination
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