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i asked him
which one i should read first
books like ladders like castles
reaching far wide high deep
behind each another
each only in place to hold another up
this one a sequel another a prequel
here a history
here a poem
here a philosophy
here wisdom
the very walls built structure held together by pages seams binds
the windows made from gaps in words
the door from holes in universes
it does not matter
he says
for you cannot read them all
in this life
though I have says the Librarian
I have
and I can read them to you
every day i am again at the Library
(when i remember)
and the Librarian reads to me
why do you do this i ask him one day
because
I want to
he says
and I told you
it is because
you
cannot
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