homo unius libri

I found it on a dark ramble
down long halls of doors
listened thru but never opened
my one bare foot drug on marbled floors
a door opened, yet not by me
inside I twirled in curtain filtered sunlight
the only furniture in the middle of the room
and on it sat a most marvelous sight
it’s texture on fingertips felt devine
it’s square shape beautifully pleasing
a thick shell over thinner pieces puzzling
yet begging to be pulled was so teasing
fingers curled under I lifted the top
it swung open revealing hidden treasure
black on white figures stared up at me
some singular some linked together
hundreds if not thousands swirling
their vortex surrounding me
torrents swept me back into the hall
chapter closed on my literacy