The published are professors
scouring tomes of linguistic graves
inferring wisdom through echelons of riposte;
the sullied are dreamers
ripping through zines, desecrating reason
consuming anything, one-hundred-and-forty
characters at a time.
the professor's words
linger and sweep, dangling
through truth and sublime lyric.
the dreamer is absorbed by the raw
demanding rainy days
and the learn'd
serve banquets
with battered feet and tattered robes
going down long sapphire roads.
On my way I come to realize
both ignore the tolls.

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