Truth
I try to draw a map of the universe in my mind
With language that cannot be accurate in any sense
I try to draw the map with images moons, doors, passages
But these are ravaged by the passing of thoughts in my head
Instead with words I try to paint my dreams moons, doors, passages
It seems, that nothing can define any semblance of a truth
For there is no truth, just things that are said.
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