Spell for HW Library
Top of the morning, wingspan guardians
of the Library! Rising uncharacteristically
early, giving me time to nod hello before
I pass into whirlwind oblivion,
bull sagging down an isle of teacups:
shattering morning stillness, sickness endures.
Wide eyed wisdom minions, scrying me
puff away in the rain, house me,
my words, my fellowship, forgive
me not yet stepping through your
doors. Fear, pride, imperial demands,
the tax and wax of Chicago: all these
served to (mis)place our union. Soon, ark of arcs,
I shall present my weary covenant.
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