The truth is a grindstone
sharpening our falsehood
until it's honed enough
to expose and pierce
our rotten heart,

cleansing our soul
of the hubris and debris
that was stuffed
down our throat
while we were sleeping
our years away
in blinding darkness.

The truth grinds the shadow
until its knees bend,
asking to become the light.

The truth keeps grinding
until there is no one to ask.