Starts with but a single-hinged myopic
Flight of fantasy
Falling fast on ears too
eager to
Exact veracity.
Bursting, bouncing,
echoing beyond the bounds
Where
once begun
Its legend grew on wings
that flew
To spread beyond the setting sun.
Then one to cover, one
To deny,
And one to set the record
straight.
One to give a reason why.
Far too little,
Much too late.
Til hiding becomes
commonplace
And walls of Jell-O shift
and bend
In vague translucence
seeking light
To find the rub
To put to end.
And so they crash, these
dominoes
Unburdened any weight of
proof.
No hindrance or abatement
Tilting, falling,
seeking,
Finding truth.
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