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6/30/00

"candied candor"

whisper -
of the only things true
my voice goes
Hoarse
Coarse
things to say

fly away -
and Awry,
like the flouresence of
"my ideas."

Black light -
oh,
blue truth.
the kind the turtle sees
when he retreats

to his Shell –
"get back!"
into my head
when the light goes dead.