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All truth is quicksilver Slipping through fingers. The moment I speak Is the same that I lie. It is only when my tongue Seeps deep down my throat, Knowing though not telling, That truth remains alive.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 11/2/2014 9:34:00 PM
Love a good paradox. Is this as if when truth is verbalized it enters the world, is corrupted and so it dies? It reminds me of relativism. True truth can not live where it is equal with all "truths". Of course I could be off and just over analyzing, but these short lines made me think.
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Date: 11/2/2014 8:25:00 PM
This poem speaks, but does it speak true?
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