Did I throw you in the cup of coffee
Where you float, as scenes
From your life flash before your eyes?
That beverage is not mine
This guilt isn't mine
Mine is this poem
To honour that last breath
Which was yours.
Looking for an unknown truth
To the point where I must invent it
With words, time and rigour
That truth which I see
And I alone can show you
My truth, is accepted
Because so must yours be
We live the lives of our collective truths
Commodified wisdom - the truth.
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