Every book spends space to time
And now is where you look.
The eye supplies your history
And that is where you must be.
This interchange of time and space
May seem a strange interlace
But Einstein's thoughts nicely comply
With this arrangement's how and why.
Me, transcribed within some book,
Needs someone else to look
So I must wonder who, what is reading,
A question where curiosity
Becomes most exceeding.
