It was an impenetrative sphere of intimacy and experience.
The way in was to face out, from the epicentre out.
To where the light comes in and floods the air with enquiry.
The inimitable smell of knowledge fed me, nourishing my cells.
Weary and drunk on possibility, soaked in fearful potential.
I followed my legs and they walked the stacks padding the routes of longstanding staff.
I bathed in the senses.
I knew so much less.
I wanted a way in.
You’ll be bereft without this, I thought as I watched them all walk by, unaware, blissfully.
You can’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
Yet all inside already know.
