An illuminated manuscript
Made of vellum dyed purple
With real brass hinges.
Entire pages carpeted
In infinite layers of color.
Resonant only in the muted glory
Of the setting sun through stained glass.
Hues that enrobe the room in lovely, temporal tapestries
Only to fade into the dusky embrace
Of a cold, moonlight shroud.
This most beautifully crafted,
Finely detailed and designed,
Painstakingly edited
Piece that was written on humanity
Had been wrought some time ago.
Deemed "unreadable,"
Ignored,
Leafed through,
Thrown aside,
Poured over,
Shelved -
It remains the same.
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