1.13.2006

Lighter

It’s perilous to lie,
And the great thread tugs at your mind
Making knots, like tiny pebbles
Swimming inside a fragile shell
Of truth.
The games we play
A misdirected arrow, since, by shooting many
We’re bound to land a kill...
and I don't want to kill no more;
The tether
Is loosed.

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