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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