Dirty

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My fingers claw at your ground.
Hard mixed with stone.
I dig for reasons
I dig for truth.
Handfuls of debris thrown.
Substance still missing
I search for reason.
I search for truths
The hole grows larger, deeper
The sides give way easily
There is no reason.
There is no truth.
I look up out of the hole.
The pit of argument
There are no reasons
There are no truths
There is just fighting dirty.