Truth

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When the grain of sand
that is
truth
finally washes ashore
after the comings and goings
the roiling
the furling and unfurling
of the infinite chaos of the seas of
consciousness
it’s as clear
as matter of fact
as real
as the lone goose
flying north on a March morning
honking
its inevitability.

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