Words upon words upon words
Stacked like chips
Towers of volumes
It would look like the pillars of creation
Sunlight will crash through the blood stained windows,
I ran out of ink so I had to make do,
breaking upon piles of ink and paper
Some were crumpled
Those are the ones that forbade me the words I needed
Pardon the whiskey spots
At the top though
You’ll need a ladder
It’s just a single piece of paper
With only one word
“You”