THE TRUTH

Bite down on the truth between your teeth.

Is it soft? Is it melting? Is it as cold as the ice on the lake?
Is it bitter, is it sweet?

Does it race like a steam train down your throat,
all self-righteous and proud? Or does it float
like a leaf on the surface of the sea, a thousand

miles from the solid ground? Is the truth round
like ball? Can you roll it up with strength and loss
and soul, and make it into something that

holds fast? Can you make it as strong as bone,
as unyielding as structure, can you make the truth
last?

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