The Middle of Time Has No Voice
I am full of the world to come,
full of the world that has passed.
If I leak words
It is because of the language
that has ruined my mind.
My tongue is unstable
it will weave a truth within a lie,
in this way a fool may appear wise.
I met a woman once
who had the same disability as I.
she could only wrap a lie within a truth.
We drank well together,
but I could not love her,
there can only be one poet
in my past and future worlds.
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