361 and 362

Of all the scrolls in this long library

this one is much the longest I have found

I cannot find its end, nor can I see

where its concluding thesis is now bound.

Its authors are unnumbered, some unnamed,

some contributing pages, some one line;

and no one author can be truly famed

for writing most, no, not that I can find.

And all is messages are myriad,

some for, and some against the very same.

One scroll: the greatest sophist that we’ve had

in all of time’s sophisticated game.

But I must put it down, this heavy scroll--

this YouTube filibuster take its toll.

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1 Nephi 4

His servant took me to his treasury

because I took the form of his own lord.

He did not know him, or he could not see

my face, but knew that I held his lord’s sword.

A foolish lord, then, he whose place I took,

I thought as we descended on the room.

A servant knows his master at a look,

and knows his voice when spoken in night’s gloom.

I know my Master’s voice, I think, thought I,

as we two left the treasure room that night.

The quarry that I’d had the gall to pry

would right me if I hadn’t got it right.

The night was long for me when sleep came on.

I clutched the Word until the blessèd dawn.