In a maze of spines
stretching floor to ceiling
blindly wind the corners
and aisles will lead
from the history of poetry
to the science of fiction

GET LOST

in these vertically stacked vertebras
of giants
long ghosted carbon prints
stare with dead eyes
sheaths veiling greatness
save your judgement and persecution
tomes know more of you than you will ever grasp

this small store is a graveyard of TITANS
securely sealed in words

can you hear them calling for your eyes
take a seat and indulge
maybe you'll even learn something