It All


Perhaps the truth doesn’t rhyme,

It doesn’t speak the one language.

It doesn’t speak.
You can’t even talk about it
but you can be it.

It has no moving parts
But it is everywhere, in everything

And because and despite it all

It’s a beautiful now.

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