Words and faces
drip and melt
into your pool of memory that
festers in uncertainty of character.
Foundations of trust are broken with lies
And unkempt corridors in the dusty corners of your mind
resent the residence of true things.
Your mind twists with familiar grudges and
comforting hate.
But where will your unsteady feet walk you
what will your ceaseless judgments give you
when you realize
The truth lies in deep springs seen from polished window panes.
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