the lies we tell ourselves
Convince ourselves of
the white linings
we fabricate,
just a bit longer
Just until I reach This point…
like cards perpetually
Collapsing
Reassembled
for dear life
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until one day
that flash of Transparency
in a heartbeat
*
the light Strengthens
consenting focus
the cards are gone
the linings
the lies are what they have always been
that Moment of Nudity
That
*
harder as time passes
and all the more Necessary
*
No blame
merely the simple Modesty
of our Tangible reality
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