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By Echolocation Date: 2001 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.02.09.49.15987]] |
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Words are but costumes worn by Truth Feathered Mardi Gras masks behind which it hides from the ungentle world it fears Look behind the words - Lure it out, persuade it to show itself in all its naked beauty - And you will see Truth is born at the point where our bodies touch, skin to skin, In the space where your eyes and mine reflect the same vision In the sound of your name as I whisper it in the darkness Truth lives in the indrawn breath In the quiet cry of pleasure In the feel of your arms close around me as we fall asleep |