holy truths
today begins beneath a clichéd holy truth
the possibility of a perfect world
free of fear, a new world, murmurs to me
too much is the same; the truth shifts
in a million directions sideways
thoughts stagger beneath unclear definitions
in a straight line without limitations
I close my eyes and hear dreams howling in colour
the last word is but a whisper seeping echoes
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