Each day the hunt begins
For scribe and votarist alike
Words and meanings daily tracked
Until at once they strike
Can the truth be true discovered?
Can the reality be found?
Words are far too wild
To ever fully tie them down
So on they go each morning
Searching deeply to embrace
The words to tell a story
And the meaning of the phrase
Too often prose eludes the pen
And what is seen was never there
But such is what is poetry
Join the hunters if you dare

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