from the untapped wells
of infinite truth
may I sip from you
and then speak satiated
not by the quenched thirsts of pride
nor satisfying the deep boughs of ego
but from the modest hand
that puddled truth before my lips
purifying my tongue
and so I past it on
causing none to become lost
angered nor confused by my word
a word not of me
but from the source that which I came
springing into being
putting word to manifestation
creation, spewed from my lexicon
and then there was life
wherever I was
wherever I went
wherever I left
wherever I am
and wherever I go from here on
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