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Words are all I have;

They're all I've got

To make sense of this moment

Before it wanders off

Into a past which quickly

Turns to fiction

Where any truth becomes

Intangible as

Childhood photograps.

But how can I

With any honesty

Write

Knowing that any words I use

Will at best be

Misconstrued

If not

Deliberately

Misused?

So I must risk

Dismissal

By those who do not choose

To ask themselves

What these words might mean,

Content

With what

They know they know;

As if knowing were all.

Brian Hick March 2011

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