Memory Assassin
Saturday, 27 April 2013
your lies (cyclic)
your lies multiply;
they are insistent and perfect.
they burst out of the earth,
newborn—not shy
they never apologise,
yet in my insect lifespan,
there is no emptiness, no proof
only allegory
which uplifts your lies to truth.
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