Open Stacks

all words convene,
collect in one place
all knowledge beating
in one open chest

rows upon rows of leather-bound bricks
in halls collected: piled up in walls
sorted and stashed, made easy to find
a labyrinth designed to keep knowledge in

shrouded in silence, sophie sleeps.
guardians of knowledge are swift to repress
the least breath of sound
lest she startle awake and retreat

from those seeking wisdom
to overcome tasks
set before them by
stewards of truth

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