The spine is bent and contorted,
a tale told of turns
the author left distorted
yet the inside yearns.

Go, explore the intramural
thought brought out as art;
examine the procural
captured in its heart.

Often the ones exhausted
weigh on you the most
your concrete self accosted
by simple prose.

Words that echo undying
find a hidden break
persuade into complying
and a new you wakes.