Old leather to new paper,
a home framed in ink.
A friend lost among the stacks
to be discovered when needed.
An escape, a drug
a crutch.
A foothold,
a path out of desperation.
A time machine from Sumeria.
Numbered microcosm,
sunlit scenes in darkened corners.
Empires of millions measured in inches,
Hardcovers masking soft spines,
space contained, explained and expanded in words.
Small font gives way to the field,
imagination a ruler giving size to the insubstantial.
