when the truth surfaces,
we will not be able to
comprehend how long
it has been held under,
gasping and grasping for
the ability to breathe in the life
needed to spread it to every dark
corner, to billow the sails of every
fast ship, to light signal fires
on the tallest peaks, to speak
in the loudest most forceful voices,
to be heard, to be understood,
that is, after all, the only thing
it has ever wanted
glb /// “when the truth surfaces”
originally published 05/02/2014
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