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when you learn to dig through the words,
boxed carefully between boredom and innuendo,
straight and tall and wooden,
you will discover none are
offered without need…

none are without reason;
if they appear false or vain,
perhaps, they are meant to be,
or, maybe, there is another layer
left to uncover,
a core left of center of your understanding…

of course, if you peel away too much
from the surface, you will find nothing left.
the isolated words
reveal nothing…together they are a clue
to some sort of vague beginning,
shouts hushed to whispers,
braille marks on a dark wall…
crowded together, in a hurry,
impatient and tired…

even as they are borne, they have died,
like the need they expressed…
nothing remains constant…
truth, like time, passes on
from moment to moment…


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soliloquies
ja allen