An evening in the Library

scrounging sun
on the desk and bag
in the library study room
evening settles as cars become slower, fewer and louder
and breezes come into the window
that brush goose bumps against my bare skin
and the mind is grounding ideas slowly, grounding slowly

justice is the incapability of man
justice is the brother of altruism
too long did I believe that justice was capable
as the infidel of altruism