slugoo

You outstretch your arm, dipping just beneath the surface of water as your hand grasps, fingers brushing against hardcover after hardcover alike-
Ah! There!
A book, modest, without cover, nor author, nor title.
Vastly less visually interesting then most texts in the library, but this land has taught you not to judge a book by its cover.

A vastness

Poem about the futility of legacy