Vast libraries disintegrate 

A shapeless world

Revolves between unread pages

Impulse and instinct portrayed 

As plan and purpose 

While accidents queue to appear 

Apply for the job on cue

In an inner ear some sound is nearly

Enough to drown the words until 

The time is far gone enough 

To merely disappear 

Clocks chime as though it is, too late 

Vast libraries disintegrate