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Truth Still Asks

Were you at one with yourself
while writing it

Did the beginning
have an end

Did each word describe,
or then inflame

What light
can only bend

Did you gag
on meaning bundled

Were you trapped
behind its door

Were you—are you
self-professed

Does truth still ask
for more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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