Algae filled with starlight,
spreads out
to feed the currents.
a green lace,
over the bodice of water,
whose curves,
lush with life,
nurture the world;
while life itself,
sheds its skin,
disposes its waste,
and climbs to the surface,
as a thick and oozy film.
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Quiet Triumph
What armor need truth?
Truth is indefensible,
indiscriminate,
indispensable.
No monsters exist beyond truths reach,
no obstacle can withstand its might,
but few fear its conquest.
For all its weight must be wielded,
and fewer still have such strength.
They speak its name,
list its dimensions,
even threaten,
but seldom brandish it;
betting everything on mere intent.
Like a young heart beneath mortality’s veil,
truth soothes with practicality,
overwhelms with certainty,
and in their embrace, reveals;
truth needs no armor.
No monster endures truth,
not even truth itself.