After my fall, I lie As I have been lying, to create a mythology of existence, the reality of an untruthful truth. I lie, waiting for admiration, some recognition of my presence, highlighted in a cold illumination, venal structures, my underside exposed. As I lie, I wait, for the external force, The reality to move me, Tumble me, blow me to a dark place where I can rest and return to earth As I lie, I wait, for the external force, The reality to move me, Tumble me, blow me to a dark place where I can rest and return to earth And lying in the face of cold reality I might find a truth that after the beauty of my fall has faded I will breakdown. My fibre and being becoming one with the truth of life. - Ciaran Burke
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