A myriad of hypotheses haunt the vessel, from that I sip;
Displaced, both know their bit as they pass across the lip.
Left to fester, stale yet, profound.
Extrinsic pressure;
Solemn murmurs swirl and divulge such secrecies that tempt thy rouse.
I mull upon the cast to whom I have akin to my solace.
Reminiscent of nepenthes; unuttered genius falls prey to apprehension
And cowers within the masses while its captor blooms.
The taste is bitter but nonetheless endearing,
I moot about the theories, seek elucidation and confide within the ceiling.
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