There is only one
Thing in the world
Which can never be
Submerged or buried forever
It’s called the truth
It’s either offered freely
Or answered when asked
Or ferments and rots
When attempting to hide
Appearing like a rash
Or like erupting boils
Sometimes like tree stumps
Or potholes which halt
Even the deepest hope
The thing about truth
Is that it is
Like water sent to
Cleanse erode or crack
The best built walls
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