Mostly, you nearly told the truth.
Sometimes.
I never knew if
you knew the
difference, only that
in the end, I couldn’t
tell whether you exhaled
sewage or bagels, only that
your mouth was not made
for kissing.
Before, in love, I thought:
Let our poem survive
the stanzas I
don’t understand.
After, I understood
I understood
nothing, and
nothing did I keep,
nothing but the sharp
insistence of stars
puncturing brittle space.
Meditatio Ephemera 
There is some deep, raw emotion behind these words. … Those stars will be there long after we are all gone. There is peace in that. -Russ
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Always peace in the world beyond human machinations; we just need to remember where to commit our attention. Thanks, Russ.
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The truth is hard to come by these days. I enjoyed this post.
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I’m glad. Thanks for saying so.
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Even when we think we know the truth, do we really know the truth? I like the insistence of stars
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Exactly — “you never know” is not just an expression. At best, we have partial knowledge. Thank you for your appreciation.
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