Pretend to possess
Pretend, with you
For I reach within your soul
And find a barren waste:
No water to drink.
Therefore, I remember
And I pretend, when I’m with you,
That I’m drinking any but dust.
Yet it is only a passing, vaporous moment of glory,
A bolt of lightning that skids across the sky,
And is never again seen.
You wonder why I look down upon you with utter disgust,
Though with all my might I try to disguise it:
Because you are full of nothing,
And because I still go away thirsty,
You shallow well.
–The Ancient Oak, to the Shallow Well.
“Yet, can it indeed be that your well is so veritably shallow, or is it that my thirst is so inexorably, interminably insatiable?”