It's all there for you. inside you.

I never lied about this.

But I basically lied about everything else possible.

I did:

My art.

My age.

My name.

My love.

My innocence.

My fear.

My limits.

My sanity.

endlesss-----

But I never lied about this:

It's all there for you. Inside you.

That's where all the lies are kept, as well.

There are great things. Beautiful things.

Aspects, habits, capabilities, lessons, talents, passions.

yes. it's all there. surprise.

But yes, you could forget. Choose to forget. Distract. Discount. Disappear.

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I am the buzz of a television after you have gone to bed.

I will shake, and shake, and shake, and shake.

I can spill the stories of thousands of years at your feet.

But you will not wake. not wake. not be woked. wook. wouk. ed.

The T.V. that is me will spit out sparkle names,

chant the parts of your body, eat a little meaning.

It bleeds light in such a sorrowful way. Gifts,

never ever seen again. The light fades past my ears.

right and left.

The light picks up the particle in air of my bedroom.

The curtains of light sweep over my eyes, exposing a new layer,

like a viscous fabric shield of a lake, or bathtub.

Or glass of water at the house of a playmate.

The lever of fingers.

Hold well, the walls of your heart.

They will try to crumble at the sight of the great beyond.

you have what it takes.

good night.