How can I tell the truth from the ruthless?
I have pretended to oblivion,
slipped from fugue to fugitive to subterfuge.
slipped from fugue to fugitive to subterfuge.
Why trouble a blue sky?
Why cloud and thunder?
Why cloud and thunder?
Thor hurls his hammer,
and bison bolt across the plains.
and bison bolt across the plains.
A forest hides much in its trees.
The tree is rooted in true.
The tree is rooted in true.
True seeps rue.
We are wooden with one another.
We are wooden with one another.
When a person recalls, eyes pitch toward heaven.
When a person lies, eyes shift to one side.
When a person lies, eyes shift to one side.
Or do they? I hope I do not baffle or bluff.
I hope I will not raise your hopes.
I hope I will not raise your hopes.
Part of the truth. That’s what I nicked when I left,
long ago. I’d like to know what I owe.
long ago. I’d like to know what I owe.
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