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Supposing Truth Is a Woman

from This Disease of Language by Nayru

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We are trespassers


The
satiric
essence of life,
Binds the reach of the doctor and the saint
parallel worlds provide the answers that,
were never there, Vocabulary frees
itself from reasoning, reasoning frees


“you look good today”
“you’re beautiful, just for me”
“Hey doll, I want acknowledgment”
a wink and a shout
Unsolicited


itself,
from comedy
We are
dancing
on the
stage of
indigence
and reaping the rewards of an insight


“Destroy
The world
Create it
Anew”

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from This Disease of Language, released March 9, 2015

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