Last night I searched for Emerson and Thoreau in libraries tall of unbound books
Ideas climbing up shelves into new collections of words for constructive debates.
Words, free to lift off pages as they please,
Make the air so densely rich I cannot resist inhaling too deeply
So I may feel my alveoli tingle and my brain awaken from a drowsy slumber
Of collective societal thoughts vandalized by conformity and its taught comfort.
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