--Truth is coming, E.


“Truth is coming and it cannot be stopped,” he said as a flower lost its petals somewhere far off along the horizon while another grew restive in its bulb then waited for its day to die or bloom perhaps deflowered or cast underneath strong and steady hands that hold weed-wackers and parallel the surface of the earth dangling the mechanism and its blade above the constant reach toward the sun as everything that flourishes is attuned for great and large and ominous daylight despite the tears of deep anxiety shiine again a ceaseless divinity

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