On the Theme of Intellect

Drab course for the uninspired
Yet she and I seek all
Knowledge for its own sake
We plunge to the depths
In the library, late nights with wide eyes
Wired hearts to head and mind in the material
We be the centuries before in abundance
Its a pursuit as we question, seek answer
Again question, unfolding layers
And we laugh at each revelation
Here a mineral and grain size reveal history
In the cafe over fried cheese sticks we study language
In a Russian word tosklivaya I find my personal adjective
But there is still the light of the moon to discuss
And I will need all the words in the dictionary
So sojourn we on in intellect
The great human conquest


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