It's just as important
No. It's more important.
What?
The omissions. The deletions. The Halfs and the Half-nots
the thing claiming to be truth, claiming to be real , to be whole
Only they're not.
Every piece puts together it's own story
as far from reality as cheese from Chesapeake.
The unsaids loom, dive in with pointed beak, grab a slug and return to the clouds
having swallowed it in one gulp.
It rides the heat tunnels, beautiful shadows on the ground.
Cower at the edge of light where the words and actions disagree
beyond the fields of knowing truth.
I will meet you there.
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