A scholar of darkness in the library of his imagining
is soon a wanderer in the long labyrinths of shelves
and the heavy tomes of inexhaustible mystery.
He moves with purposeful stride to build him a structuring
in a rude and capricious alcove. Ideas run through his mind
but they are obscured in their import.

Let the dreams disclose themselves,
visions of the library of his thought
of the repository of mythic wisdom,
so long ago dissolved into thin air.
What did the massive facade mean when first he saw
the dignity of its frontage in the deceptive morn?
He dreamed of its symbolic reading room
as faceless figures moved in spaces beyond him
and watched them flickering in the elusive dream.

And all libraries since, if multistoried haunts of
invisible beings are even seen reflected in the imagery
of his first love, now bashed by the wreckers ball,
its vestige torn from the living earth
and the security of memory, and delivered
into a nothingness without end.