Shallow Wells

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?”

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