Truth
TRUTH
There is a question that spins in the outer limits winding its way down
Through the gravity, merging with the atmosphere and sailing
Round and round touching every country every shore
Swallowed by every human throat and mind
Becoming a wave of persuasive particles
Voiced by the Socratean elite
And always titled
MY TRUTH.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2023
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