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HOW IS THIS NOT ME
On the Road Home
It was when I said, “There is no such thing as the truth,” That the grapes seemed fatter. The fox ran out of his hole. You … You said, “There are many truths, But they are not parts of a truth.” Then the tree, at night, began to change, Smoking through green and smoking blue. We were two figures in a wood. We said we stood alone. It was when I said, “Words are not forms of a single word. In the sum of the parts, there are only the parts. The world must be measured by eye”; It was when you said, “The idols have seen lots of poverty, Snakes and gold and lice, But not the truth”; It was at that time, that the silence was largest And longest, the night was roundest, The fragrance of the autumn warmest, Closest and strongest.
Artist:
Anke Verret
“Poisonous”
merry crisis from your fave latino twink
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, 2009
Space Age Santa Claus, Delhi Records, 1961. (via)