Gravity pulls everything closer to itself
what we build up it pulls down.
Feelings of euphoria
can trip on the sidewalk and fall.
We leave footprints in the snow
Christ looked to heaven and was crucified.
Full of holes
the ship Truth sinks to the ocean floor.
What purity of being must try to resurrect its bouyant possibility
a vessel which can float despite the weight it carries
sea worthy and worthy to be seen.
When we cease to fly we are easy prey
truth lifts us up.
The curse of lies screams its defense
far and wide promoting.
Truth does not compete with made up rules
it is a vessel which floats
inside the mysterious chambers of the heart.
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March 2, 2025
