Thursday, April 10, 2014

Password, Please

In plain view — secrets.
Oh how we contort our
secrets.  In plain view.
With secret handshakes
for the electrons and how
we pretend to understand
while staring through
the fog.  In plain view
the fog swallows  every
speck of what we are,
every lie we hide
in plain view.  Secrets
rise like rocks from
the tide and we are
as always, naked.

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