It is true
Is Death to Truth
I weep my truths in poetry
And from my unconscious mind
In the borderlands there
Where the finite
And the incomprehensible meet
My secrets are torn
Crying to be freed
To be revealed
In poured out singing words
Shed in images
Subtle revelatory pictures
My art telling of those wondrous places
Secreted within my core
for good or ill
I never will
Access in any other way
Than through my weeping soul
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At a loss for words, i leave myself on paper.
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A combination of things created and things lived
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Life in words