Truth Speaks Lies

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Satish Verma

I was in trouble, learning
Ars Poetica. I am writing for the beach
where the moon meets the lake.

You would not say, but
be. It is very difficult to write with your
blood on the paper of love.

Not quite a suicide, it was
sacrificing your head, severing with your
own sword, for the mistakes of god.

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Although the last phrase of

Although the last phrase of the last line stumbled me, I really like that first stanza's words:  I am writing for the beach / where the moon meets the lake.  That phrase is magnificent.


Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,

unto the exultations of Heaven.

Starward