because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

listening to hear

mystery
beyond me ‘croaches,
crashing, undulating patches
of rhythm, shadow
and light, endless
glisten inward, upward
shimmered wells, shrouding depths on
a trickled bed,
hissing beckons, deeply roars,
whispered hushing
grows and swells.

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