Pellucid Library Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

a library for honest men
academies of pure thought
students of swapped secrets
a road of silk
a company of jagged stones
a swathe of diamonds
a man directs traffic
the angels to one side
the demons to another
imports of seraphic algorithms
You meet me there when the sky is liquid-azure
We leave our notes behind in our blessed books
and watch us through holes in the shelves
the books multiply
and cover up gaps
the angels read about themselves
and the demons prepare to attack
but the library is stored in lustral thought
and the pentateuch
is opened and obeyed
so all demons scatter
and quietude rules the day