Library
Back from the library
With a load of treasure
A prancing pleasure
Awaits in impatient reverie
It’ll last me for weeks, spiritual food
A treat to my soul, with much good
Even for a hundred years of quarantine
With such companion, it serves me fine
As Dionysus is served with Naiad of wine
Heaven is said to be a place like a library
Yet better than heaven it is
For in heaven there’s only bliss
No bitter-sweet tears,
No remorse over the years
But here on earth I have all
Baudelaire\'s Flower of Evil
Hugo\'s Les Misérables
Lord Byron’s romance
Frankenstein’ laments
Buried histories to recall
Future Fictions to partake
Much more than Three Bodies
I live a life in times of infinity
Tantalus regretted his immortality
But I can savor a thousand ways
Of deaths as heroes in the plays
No, I would not trade my place
With heaven but for a library