skeleton in the cupboard

na.

deep inside (back behind the eyes &

down within the depths of the body,

distant & buried out in the darkness

of the fullness of the heart---not drained

or soaked yet with the energies

needed for an extended human life),

a

lack

of

genuine

honesty

with

the

self

occurs---

knowing this accidental

collision of sperm & egg

now makes up the lifespan

of this hollow shell walking on

two legs, it is a near

impossible task for

many, so the

way to deal is to develop

stories that one tells themselves

in order to keep calm

in order to keep from sawing off

one’s own

head &

these stories are piled

one on top of the next,

whilst they have been spun throughout

ages, passed on down &

passed on down,

so as to create the greatest pool of

cowardice & lies

cowardice & lies

cowardice & lies,

because within whatever the

“truest” part of the self

is the knowledge that

not one iota of it all

means a thing &

no matter how many lies

one develops to convince

themselves otherwise

will keep it all from

ceasing.