high ceilings
high intelligence
light drifts (along placid window panes)

light shoves
flows in
through the right angles of this institution
emulate the ethereal
among pages
lies ephemera
and concrete factoids
of knowledge
and the quest for….

… the highest….

new words
new sounds
white and
pure with love
and perfect revelation…..

so it comes
and people need…..

soon light will not come  from and conform into
right angles

but burst forth from our core center nautilus hearts…. burning away all the other concentric circles…. that hula hoop and clutter true intention

… and rightness….

and true intention and rightness is all that remains and distraction cinders…. and blows away and out of existence

leaving only love