Poetry lies

We have to be brief and skitter.
A truth has changed organically,
Turns out to be a different truth
Somewhat like a smoothly lying.

Poems are our bigger lies below
Lumps in throat lying smoothly.
They skitter skyward and blues
And as empty and high as a sky.

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