TRex Libraries

Libraries a common place where we store knowledge. We sit on stone pillars and use its free Wi-Fi. Warm afternoons at the square benches and full social feeds. Where we think silently. We frustrate through thoughts, ideas, feelings and beliefs. We put together masterpieces, we dream and vision. In all seasons .

But About some Mondays in 2021 you can find the kind square filled with mouthy men spewing out their bitterness. Getting on your nerves. In a dewy decimal style. It has become a closed place a cautious place. Where you can find yourself yelling at lewd rude men. Who with magnetic force swarm warm blowing single flowers, while browsing through these rhythms.

Not the best place for public conversations or animosity. Or is it?

You can also find yourself in a mathematical equation that has a particular temperature in which it increases velocity and intensity. This equation has a hint of misogyny, but sex is not really a factor. Then one may add too or question this mystery.

Some call it adultery.

What is it? Is yelling at random men in park squares a career goal or a life style. Some would seem to agree. If we don't know the answer perhaps it is inside this cautioned caged place we call libraries.

Knowledge and lewd men. These occurrences should probably be only annually or not at all. Unless of course it is over a beloved book. Trex, texted pages and stone. Hello with yellow tape. It is my life.

Our life. His Life. This life. The knows.

Jesus Christ Forevermore

A woman a pink shirt and still Iove and loved.