These Uncomfortable Truths

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The truth, slippery as an eel,

The truth, so hard to find -

Grasp it and it's gone

We carry on:

The years ahead, the years behind -

Find it we do:

In snatches, on days that go by,

On throwaway days, such as these.

Or in thick-set night

When we fight

Not to put out the light.


Not to put out the light

On skin as white as snow

And smooth as monumental alabaster;

Sometimes the truth hits us hard

Like ice, in the face,

On throwaway days,

Such as these.

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