Stretching Truth

February 7, 2014

Stretched among mirrored dedication

all searching, and here they’ve found

crossing countless rivers

through and through

endless tunnels of lost stories

dipping in, one at a time,

catching only bites of this taste or that

my palette never satisfied

my plate never empty

wondering if today or tomorrow

will bring the truth

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