The Library

A place of students

They come for two things

Desks and internet

To relax, to study

To pick up textbooks from a cubby


A place of modernity

Glass and concrete

Microchips and metal

Electrical plugs hude under trap doors

Designed to be quieter the higher the floor


A place of antiquity

Paper pages fill the stacks

Sorted by authors and numbers 

Artifacts hide in the basement

Generations of well thought out placement. 


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