The Complete Catalogue of Longing

Inside the Library of Babel
Nests an older, fossil museum,
Neatly coiled spines of Leviathan.

Those backbones go around and around,
And within every petrified bone
More coils of bone instructions lie curled,

And within those microscopic coils
Curl closed zippers of serrated teeth,
Every tooth another tiny bone,

Every tiny bone a catalogue
Of several billion years of longing
For a being who could read the whole.