The Epilogue Entries – No.6

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FAR SIDES OF THE MOON

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i dreamed of a sage
and met him in the wood.

what am i to do?
i asked.
who am i to be?

 

“be wise enough
to know the truth.
be brave enough
to say it.”

 

but the truth,
i said,
will hurt.

 

“the truth,”
he replied,
“hurts anyway,
without utterance;

it is felt
like temperature
and shared by all.

 

better to name a thing.

 

you will find,
my love,
that once truth bears a tag,
it too, will rebel
like all owned things do,
and reveal its shape and color
and show you all the sides of itself,
that are as true as truth itself,
but deeper
and unlit

like the far side of the moon.”

 

i see
i said,

 

but he was gone
and the leaves rustled
in his stead.

 

∴

 

 

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