When you live, solely, in a world of words,
imagination loses its grounding,
and truth becomes ulcerous.
Words are things, but they are not the same
as the things they are meant to signify;
just as saying, "I will pay you back on time"
doesn't mean that we will.
So whatever we think we know strictly from words
should come with this caution:
hearsay is unreliable, as is readwrote.
Truth is not a monopoly; no mortal --
or group of mortals -- has
sufficient experience to own it,
no matter what they tell you.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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