Our cruelties lie
sometime in asserting the truth
we say
no matter what
no matter who
whatever
it was in my silent assertion
of the truth of
who i am and was
my words speak something else
my thoughts run in another direction
my actions are black horses
racing against the white ones in the same chariot
of fire and ice
you are crying in my air balloon
as i look at the hills and the plains
as i touch blue clouds
as i fly away like a bird away from you.
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