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A light poem written for Amanda, who was always good company and conversation. |
I have hired a librarian for my soul as I have been barred from the Akashic Record pending repayment of some rather hefty late fees She is physically young and quite pretty in a bookish sort of way Thick-rimmed glasses and silent, darkly shining eyes impalpably soft skin voice like the warm hum of an electric blanket on a rainy autumn evening Mentally she is beyond her years in the jaded understanding of Buddhist middle age Spiritually she is older than time Emotionally she is as yet unborn Her qualifications include a Master’s in Microveganomics and a prior stint helping people confront parts of themselves dark, hidden, liberating parts of themselves So far she is working out well She has no trouble locating the most inaccessible of my tomes my Ethics and Poetics of Aristotle, my al-’Azif my Best Erotic Lithographs of the Vatican Library I have tried to entice induce coax and force her to read selections from my favourite Ĺ“uvres Although I have met with little success I am quite happy with the new librarian I have hired. |