how dark erases light
We call it old skin
Moon is born blind
like the inside of deep caves
a cave is hot
like the middle of a throat
Then there’s the gray line
between life and death
earth and water
salt and sea
I’ve understood this for many lives
though I cannot remember
the bodies before me
Their voices
a molt of myth
I do not understand how
feelings attack nerves
how seasons consume each other
or the day’s periphery that lightens
then darkens and
what reasons are there for truth
if truth is misguided
Knowing then not knowing
Confucius or Confusion
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from my fifth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2014/2016 all rights reserved
"Misguided" was first published in
'Eunoia Review' (China) as "If Truth Is Misspelled"
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