In poetry,
Truths emerge
That might otherwise
Require
Lubrication,
Stimulation,
Serious social manipulation.
2 Gin Rickeys
Good red wine
Or absinthe over a sugar cube ~
Fine.
But in poetry,
Unprovoked,
Façades fall away,
Barriers break,
Illusions fade to opaque;
And the truth
Jumps onto the page
Big, bold and unashamed
And it declares
I AM.
I am THAT I am.
