all our truths meet in secret to decide who must come out first.

soundlessly they take size of one another.

the truth of the world, the truth that exists outside of us, it is never welcomed at these meetings.

the elusive truth, the truth, the one we die never knowing, it stands shy, naked, without reason.

the garbed truth always prevails.


picture credit : The MET Greek & Roman Art.


free of freedom


this child was born in the wind,

free of freedom, ignorant.

bathed not in happiness, neither looking for it.

this child lives between the leaves and the skies,

silently awaiting nothing at all.

no stories to tell, no death to fear.


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