The deepest truth lay undiscovered
in the buried words
Like unfound gold existing only
on a pirate's map
True value in the search required
to seek and grasp
Each phrase a burrowing pen
digs into the readers mine
Fortune concealing veins of discovery
covered and unknown
Ink running free as the shaft leads inward
—anticipation karat pure
(Watching 'Hemingway #2: April,2021)
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