The truth is everywhere. We flounder
swim in it. What we breath. See through.
It is the ground we, sideways glancing,
press with our off cheek. And the air
we stare at and know not and hooked
and drawn or dredged up drown in.
And also the deeper water.
Black offshore. Beyond us.
You can't miss it:
it tastes of salt.
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