Centuries

Entombed in shelves and stacks, shrouded in leather and paper,
Their hoarse and whispering voices are silent.
Not waiting, not forgotten.
Merely silent.

Sealed in their sepulchre, beneath sand, beneath ruin;
Marble walls, oaken shelves and glass ceiling.
No decay visits them, no dust covers them.
Not waiting,
not forgotten.

Silent.

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