Tuesday, April 24, 2012

It Is the Moon

Barely up there,
Silver sliver
Under Venus,
I claim to be

A metaphor,
A this for that.
Cynical me.

Truly earnest
Romantics want
To speak the truth
And nothing but.

There is no truth.
There's what we know
To be untrue,
And there's the moon.

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