Here,
summer in the air
the night
oh so slow
yet moves
with me in tow
together we await
the coming day
outside the window
dried blossoms
silently
preparing seeds
as if
they cared.
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail?), yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant.
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