The Fallacies

One drop of water slides down the edge of a cup.
To me, it looked like a base creature simply siphoned the liquid.
When the trumpet speaks up.
I shall focus the latter in a moment of lucid(ity).

Forgotten speech must be revived and uttered
Dear whoever,
Love the unlovable; comprehend
Myriad life forms ere one goes the nether

Sevas Tra
One confabulates
Sevas Tra
One hears

Yo escucho el viento. (I hear the wind.)
Yo soy como el viento. (I am like the wind.)

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