A Lie

To live in a lie is to what exactly?

Is it that much different than what you are

doing now, in this moment? Are you lying,

bare skinned, on your couch, lounging away

this day in hopelessness until the sun sets

and rises its yellow head, punches you back

up again?  Or are you, perhaps, shot right out

of a cannon by night fall?  Did those stars envy

you, at least in your eyes; did they call out one

name that you thought was yours until it felt

harsh even on your own tongue?

Perhaps we are all too unknowing.

Perhaps we are all but one, afraid of the fell

of darkness in night, the sound of peace in day,

the feel of truth in light.

September 26, 2013


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