paperworld

Sinew and pith of impassioned lines
  Are penned for permanence on boxed-away
      Pages,
  As batten on brickstone would build a wall
To ward ‘gainst the blot of unborn
      Ages.

Meanings brushed up from ancients now,
  Dim-but-undeterred on umbered scrolls
      Unfurled,
  Are all hammers upon that same wall flung
From the perdurable palm of another’s
      Paperworld.

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