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Pond

When I ask

“which truth?”

I know that I have not yet circled

back deeply around

the pond

far enough

 

because it sounds like there

are still multiple versions

 

like light shining off a diamond

with many facets

which is true

 

until you are the diamond

 

or slip into the pond

that is not lonely,

 

one pond with plenty.

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