Tome

Living visions bulge the wall
Burning unloosement of precept
As a tachyon ever resiling,
Seeking an elusive exit
Innermost objects dislimned
Isles of notions deconstructing

Redivide

Entered hole of tomes
INbeing tremendum
Library wandered with yolden mores
Artifice unlearned
Moulted refuge emerging anew ayond old bonds,
Lush with perennial fluidity and immeasurable breadth

Sum of being
Final seed lorn
Mulling allwhere