Neither moonlight nor starlight in the sky,
A quiet realm where noesis is found in the lie,
in truth, never try to trick me with a kiss,
I will not exercise reason by your rules.
In the abyss of illusions, knowledge is a moment of bliss.
But not here, in the New England library’s hush,
Where whispers of wisdom by chance you find in the rush.
This is where the neophyte takes notes in a quiet aisle,
Searching for the book titled Zarathustra’s Prologue
to prepare for the coming philosophical trial.
Notes to a Neophyte is a guide through the text,
In the library’s sanctum, where knowledge is flexed.
But neither moonlight nor starlight, just a quiet glow,
in New England Libraries, wisdom is not found on pages
that the government’s librarians show.

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