Visions of Truth
though seasons come and go
like defrosted ice and snow
i stay blinded by the sun
because my head is never hung
no wasted water no salted tears
not a wasted heart nor wasted years
the sculpture is already there all we have
to do is chip away at the unwanted pieces
and with every chip of a broken mold
a vision of the truth increases
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