| poem.Jul.'02 |
| TRUTH Carry me home, oh dark fathom and seal me in my darkness Swindle away my wings of wrath I feel comfort in my haven. But wait, oh dark fathom mark our trail to blindness; For some days the suns rise and freedom will tug my harness. Where is it, oh dark fathom this thing they call the truth? Is it in the books of Sophocles Or is it in the breeze in bayeruth? Is it true, oh dark fathom that the truth shall set me free? Then take me to that freedom where truth dwells bereaved? Who are you, oh dark fathom; what is it you seek? Why are you blind dark fathom; is the truth so bleak? |
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