our worn tunes
and you too
shall find
truth.
This earth you step upon
will dish it to you,
a fine steak,
on a gold
plate.
As you wander tirelessly
and ponder on end
it'll strike you:
"Truth is a
Cave"
"In the Black Mountains".
Then you'll see
it's not the
steak or
platter.
'Tis the search, that which
provides the absurdity,
the sought after
truth, and
peace.
So shall your life come down,
step by step, like a
reversed ladder
as it nears
truth.
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