He lay down on a blanket in the grass

To read a book that he had heard about

But the words, too heavy for his hands,

Sank into the earth, pulling him along.

They dragged him past society’s layers.

Nervousness grew as he neared the centre

And the intensity rose so quickly

As all of his conceptions were challenged.

His head was bombarded with new ideas,

Fascinating theories and high ideals.

Then, just as suddenly as he began,

He emerged on the other side of the

Planet a new being, aware of his

Very existence having been questioned.

And he rose from the blanket, walked away,

And left the book to be delved by some poor

Unsuspecting, wandering intellect.