and nothing but

The truth swims like black crescent moon fish jealous of the stars that never mind and outshine pools of pre-man Earth conscience,
a tadpole that never becomes a frog, let alone some fairy-tale savior.
Wingless, white, wild horses fly, but only for a moment.
But the humans needed proof.
The horse is indifferent to the truth.
To him, it is all truth.horsedge

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