old, unknown ... new —
as well rather we might
ought to imbibe
hearsay
(and, frankly, I prefer mine)
straight from the hills,
hard,
fresh,
fits in the ear,
sounded depths echo
recurrent through its shell,
essences framed with eyes
additional
to the mind —
than swill fact
all mornings brewed
brims our world deceived,
staying make believe.
you have an amazing mind. I enjoy these journeys you share.
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