Is it a rumor?
A myth?
A reality?
Did it, could it,
does it exist?
Or is it a mind
cloud
Fashioned from
fantasy?
Made up and meant
to be
Shrewd propaganda.
I defer.
I capitulate.
I surrender to
really not knowing.
Though I know it’s
been sought after
Low these
millennia,
None can bear
witness
To prove it’s
existence.
But hope abides
limitless
For all true
believers
As zealots waive
banners
And cheer with
delight.
Doubt is the
demon,
And faith is the
hero as
The struggle
continues
Between wrong and
right.
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