I tried the water
of bone-cold intellectualism
that promised a higher elixir, a better view;
but tasted only vomit,
the flavor profile of recycled ideas and half-truths.
So I waited for sun to come back again,
to stream a dance of movement
back into the window of my soul,
to feel the strength I had forgotten.
And found that it was even better than I remembered.
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