THE WEAVE:

…Mercury returns

to his dusty corner

of the Library, to read

the soft and heavy tome…

"CHAPTER XI

It was a kind of place
Luck ducks out of.
A place Love leaves,

but people get stuck in.
It was a Forgetting
place, with vines, creeping

through the window panes,
from seeds planted when
the King of Death was

a child.  It was
the kind of house built
by the richest 

American, who drowned
at Sea.  His widow won
awards, for growing flowers

that bloomed all Winter
long.  They bloomed
Now, as Persephone

knocked upon the stained
glass torch that Lights
the door.  It opened

on its own..."