Indiscretion

Honesty is clearest at midnight:
the mind is bare;
the heart fatigued. That,

We are truly naked when closest to sleep - - the silence is
piercing; and our fingers opposing; and the web-wrangled
hands to our lips - - truth is an intractable animal
gnawing on the chain; tugging at the cage; scratching
teeth; ready to pour out of a mouth. Then,

It is free; yet it matters not. For,

There is nothing left to bilk, because we know
we will soon forget when dawn arrives. But,

Never underestimate the vulnerabilities of the night:
they are more than one, and they will catch us
in the morning.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 9:55 pm