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Posted to Utterances

about the soul too much
write the word too much
the unproven truth
truths can't be proven
(the ones that matter)
simply exist
the smudge of God on the fragile glass
that makes me
reflecting that essence
and when i no longer breathe
my trth dies
returns to the dust that lines my mouth even now
as i wait
to be picked up
or buried
something has to happen