a pond of imagination
the silence of paging
the smell of ink.
storage of writers souls
massive accumulation of
knowledge and Eros.
it’s a hybrid jukebox, where
a murderer is trying to sneak out from the pages,
vampires are stared at your neck from behind your shoulders,
a wet feet monster is walking along the aisle between shelves.
it’s an extremely transparent aquarium,
flapping unicorns, and
jump into the ocean of timeless fantasy,
you can debate with ancient authors.
be drowned in the well of inspiration
but, how many lifetimes do I need
to complete all of their journeys?