I know I should
have felt more than gratitude
when you found me
at the bottom of the philosopher’s deep well
searching for truth.

You leaned over the rim and turned the wheel
pulling the rope upwards as I clung to it.
When I saw that it was you heaving at the rope
I thought I had found the truth.
You took my hand and pulled me over the side,
Then the rope frayed and disappeared into the depths.

After a while
I knew that the truth was still there,
at the bottom of the deep well.
I suppose I must always feel grateful to you
For my rescue,


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