Finality of contradiction – A poem

Searching in earnest

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wondering

if it sank below

the depths,

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slipped through

the grasp,

lost in the fog?

But even worse

maybe

it didn’t exist

at all.

Perhaps the

salt

in the wound

was that it

couldn’t co-exist

or

Inconsistencies
hypocrisy
truth
honor

are a

mirage, fictitious pieces

blurred

likened to slurred

incoherent

speech,

wielded by those

who stumble

imbibed

with that which

fortifies.

Leaving those

who consume,

consumed by it,

the finality

of the reality

being out of…

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Our reach.

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