Your Truth Isn't Your Own

Beauty cries in shimmering joys and hopes

Ladies die waiting for the ones they

loved, and dead and buried without knowing it

Movement and rain stops for no one

Rises and rises and builds with

bricks, and egg yolk and tomatoes to shame

Gladly did the tears rain sheets of music

Gladly did my heart follow the only

surviving, and dying and repeating endlessly

Light and pain and light and pain and light alone

Run away from the light into the

darkness, blankets and pillows and sleep