Library

My memory-the cellars of the library:
 yellow piles of sheets without names,
 years and years of publications, forgotten,
 the scheme scored in the drawers and file cabinets.
 An old connoisseur of shelves and rows -
 master consciousness,
 by name extracting
 from waste paper trash
 need a piece of paper.
 And I am the lonely owner of this building.


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