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1 min readDec 24, 2019
Truths cripple
And perhaps a most profound one
Is that our journeys
Are like a gloomy dark blanket
Splotched with tiny freckles of joySo temper your curiousness
For the truth will set you free;
Free and sprawling into the black abyss;
Adrift, hopeless, and aloneBetter to gambol; frolic
Wind your merry way across these hills
Tethered to ignorance
Bound happily by the things unknown