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I’m standing wide-eyed and waiting—
hiding, dauntlessly—behind the mask, I guess:

A woman looking for action,
the only truth considered. I seek to inspire.
So how was I to know—peeking out—
that the facts were not only the facts,
but the only conclusion present?

Fire in the belly like the truth of the ancients:
Burn, sister, burn. For all will sometime sing.

 

first published in Domicile

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