Taking refuge in the caverns
Escaping movement and noise to sit
Meditating and paying homage to the worth
Air tasting like comfort-flames
Flickering pieces lighting our spirits
Control panel for the human soul
Insinuating awe after awe
With the stacks
Rows lining aisle ways
Alter worship of New York
Where words and art
Adorn hearts
Alleys and subway stations
Perhaps all the chill hurry
Needs to be simmered out
To the simplest of
Reverent pockets of light
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