nightfall in the library of Borges

he sits by a stack of papers.
he asks, "have you been here long?"
"have you already written these words
listening to the 'engine' songs?"
if it was ever written,
if it was never written,
bet you anything that it was always written.
I've dreamed of red chambers
for a thousand and one nights.
I've seen entire worlds at war,
I've seen too many women in white.
with the chandeliers dim, no windows.
trees grow out of the floor.
a room of spheres will greet me,
like the gods of ghostly lore.
...listening to the hexagons...

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