Truth
I recall when truth leftWithout a word
Not the day the month
The minute the moment
but the time
I thought it was momentary
To return in an instant when
Falsehood would be proven
To be obvious alchemy
Lead for gold
Instead truth disappeared
Vapourized by populist fakery
Beyond my comprehension
I stand waiting on a dismal
Storm ravaged Cliff face
A prayer of longing
On my tongue
For its rightness to return
With its coincident
Peace
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2017-06-15 at 15:08
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