The SPL is sanctuary
supplied in simple spells
which loop round longing people
where the sloping silence dwells.
The SPL has specialty,
pools happiness in space;
supple nights which offer briefest
lustful assonance embrace.
Our lips appeal to pierce the walls
we place around all pleasure -
the SPL's the glimpse inside
high thoughts we often censure.
The library lives in all who love
for I suppose we've found
a safe, persistent lodging
for the splash of psalm in sound.