TAKE MY HAND
Well, then, hold onto something,
anything, you want. Just don't fall.
Every episode has a different ending
in this foul book, and rocks here aren't
so forgiving. These aren't loose ones,
you understand, sitting atop the earth;
these are bedrock-solid pieces of the
planet itself. Probably been here a
million years - jutting out like truth
in a sea of otherwise lies, an island of
the forthright 'midst a jungle of replies
to questions of a chancy nature like
'Why are we alive?'
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