Monday, January 30, 2017


Please don’t let that smug conviction
cloud your truth
don’t let the mirrors show you back
the hard eyes of what your thought
it meant to be
don’t contain
some act of loyalty to self
nobility of notions
at least they act
no you have to love you have to
cave to being concave to being
a plane that touches the lines of
all the other planes that make
the face of 
wet eyes,
glory be

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