Take a hand
any old way
line in sand
No retreat
What is true?
Will remain
we all knew
after the wash
Tsunami of information
Carried along
Into the destination
Of swept away
Pieces left where
They are most apt
Where they dare
Be the solution
And when washed
clean of all past
Shiny and renewed
knowing will be undeniable.
Truth, won't drown
Truth can't be lost
Truth will be down
On the level ground.
So we can all be knowing
What has made them so stuck
Why souls aren't for denying
They are your everywher'n.
Within the universe
Of your own being
Billions of diverse
Unique truth's
Blinding us to our commanlity
of all being a being within
With an owned personality
But restricted by physical laws.
©wrennie
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