there is a strange unity in moonlight.
everything equal and alien, familiar landmarks made
unknown and distant. untrustable are my eyes as the house
becomes an icon, luminous, precise,
weighty. i am in danger of slowing. looking too closely. seeing
what is not there. there
is signifigance where you are but i
conceal my heart like a ghost, flickering,
bewildered by this fall towards you. fear keeps me far from
letting go. i refuse to see. appearances deceive.
do you lie as you look at me? or is it me lying to you? unreliable,
my heart, leading me down passages foreign, you at the end,
smiling your distant smile, holding truth in your fist like money.
A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies
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