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Forked Tongues


Not lying outright

is far from the truth

Hesitance vacuous

barren of fruit

 

What never gets said

deceitfulness hides

Stalking and preying

while buried inside

 

The pulpit a soapbox

 lectern a mask

Pontification

deceptions bombast

 

Wittingly fervent

the devil subverts

False implication

—the ultimate hurt

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)

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