the truth that can be told
is
is
not the deep truth
the deep truth i can tell you
is not the truth
the dream you forgot this morning
the dust on your eyebrow
the song of a bird
the roar of the ocean
hidden in a seashell
your own face in your child
the rush of an orgasm
the warmth of another
faint laughter on the wind
a flower blooming
wood curling in a fire
your foot on the earth
something just out of sight
a star falls
a knock at the door
your first breath
darkness falling
floating
a bare tree
the spoon in your hand
water to the sea
the tide coming
the moon rises
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