so much
is hearsay, half thoughts,
murmurs collected
from vague sources,
masquerading as
news. the weeds that grow
under us, neither
false or true,
but wonderings, low
shouts from
the woods.
it's hard to believe
anything you hear these days,
harder not
to believe them
either.
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