Confused - Poem by TSHEPANG DIPHOLO
what exists between lies and the truth?
A blue line
A dotted line with each spark, the dot my heartbeat
that beats closer to home...
The line fades behind me
freezes, so cold, so gallant for my dot to have survived this
Yet again what lies between lies and the truth
its not a lie its not the truth, both>?
lets call it plasma
or leave it to the physicists the intellects,
What exists are the blemishes that stain me,
in this invalidated bleak epoch
Its not a lie, its not the truth
what is it?
uproariously I ask a vapid question, what is it?
that exists between lies and the truth
false silence. full emptiness. meek valor. trust, I reckon
its something else...
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