The impossible in which I believe
Borges is in; this library
is more alive. When he arrives,
the possible becomes more so.
I offer him his cup of tea,
but it is seldom tea-time where
Borges is. In this library
the volumes ripple on the shelves
and yet keep rising like the fire
the possible becomes. More so
than you might think, these books extend
through time or space once it is clear
Borges is in. This library
is never ghostless as it glows
through dreams of visitors who know
the possible becomes more, so
much more than those who graced these aisles,
than dust that dances over files.
Borges is in this library;
the possible becomes more so.