Libraries

Libraries full of volumes bound in leather and weather of the days of spring that are here now spinning wheels on the sharp ends of pins and nibs of countries in the other side of the sun whose wings are tired of flapping like leaves on a branch that aren’t reachable for the goats that graze clearing trails of grass left behind by chewing cows of yesterday’s in the mirror image of a ceiling star-sprinkled with little sugar bits scattered on top of a donut dipped in chocolate cream and sauce running away from the police of the locality and the sheriff of the city who plays the guitar in her free time after all the horses have been ridden after all the culprits have been pushed behind the bars after all the crimes have been stopped after every available justice is established in the near-vicinity of here and near despite thunder and lightning and serial lights made from boiled rice flavoured with Mexican chillies and fried onions after the air-coolers have been turned off when the wind is cold reminding one and all and the giraffes of a lonely island of the Saturday evening that begins and ends with happiness almost all the time but for no other time without exceptions and to confuse someone by using multiple negatives not particularly mathematically to disprove the proof of the non-existence of an invalid proof of rejection or in other words non-acceptance of a casual remark not offering an irrelevant solution to a non-existent problem, not