There is nothing
in my voice
but volume,
single sentences
pronouncing
words I
no longer believe.
I used to live to lie
because
I could trust no one
with truth,
lies splattering
inside of me
like slashes
of cold rain
against steamed glass
with my small ear
listening to the chatter
Of distant thunder
beyond,
lies and thunder
rumbling through my
childhood
enraged reason
rising and falling
like red running tides.
These days
silence prevails
inside and out,
storms long waged,
and lost
in the name of reason,
leaving lies
like loose threads
behind me.
I can live
with losing,
learning the game
from master players
who still
after all these years
teach me
how to survive.
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