Sphere of TruthA Poem by GrantFound this while digging through my old work. Not my best but not my worst.
Behold the sphere of truth
And we who dwell inside, Who blindly mine in crooked lines Behind our chosen guides. Toward the core some lonely few. Toward the rim some others. Some camps scatter throughout the quadrants With likeminded brothers. Me? I dig alone and fast Far off the beaten track. Whither I go I do not know, But now there’s no way back. © 2025 GrantReviews
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