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Feb 2018
In the silence
beneath the static,
in the grasping hand
that comes up empty,
in the searching mind
that finds no answer,
in the child’s last “Why?”
and the parent’s exasperated
“Because I said so!”
In all of these things,
there is truth
not to be found
in a thousand sacred scriptures.
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
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