:::truth subsides:::

i have a legend
entombed within
a quiet witness
ever still and somber
dampened by your body
cleansed with it and taught
a lesson for one
a slave to daydreams
in vacant evenings
upon white sheets
with empty hands upturned
it is a last thought
before retreating into my Shangrila
and erasing what never was
truth imagined
easier left behind than
truth realized

 

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::