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The Leper

(Blessed by the disease of truth)

Somewhere in the midst of terror and confusion


Lies the truth
Locked in a wooden box.

Sometimes I find the box


Open it; touch the blue gleaming ball with my fingertips
Roll it in my palm
Grasp it true and strong in my hand.

For a moment it flows through me


Then it melts away
Back into its box
Locked.

It waits
Until the lies blast from the air around me
When it returns to shimmer at my side
Glowing, laughing with me or at me
As I cry.

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