The truth shall set us free
from every single bad dumbass
mistake, individually. Each grasp
we'd misbeget, construe or take in
wrong-way up, beheld awry. Whether it
be given false in outright lie, or given true
in innocence of how untrue that dumb thing
is - and in a sense, it doesn't make
a difference.
The truth will set us free from this. Just this.
No clue as to how true the next thing is,
but this mistake is done. Stick this fork
down every road, we'll never take that
prong and run again. The toll
has been exposed. The toll is no
untold expanse of "maybe this?"
with which to shit one's pants.
We're free, from one dumb move
evermore again. So serially we
improve.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, January 25, 2021
truth key
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