Sliding like an iridescent snake
Along the edges of my consciousness
Gliding against an invisible border
Between that which is true
And that which is that protective reality
Against which our minds
Press and fold, into neat little boxes
Of comfortability, of safety
But, I sometimes wonder, what if
What if I allowed my conscious mind
To visit truth
Truth, that sharp, caustic, beautiful bitch
She is vicious in the most altruistic way
She’s that knot in your stomach you ignore
Just as you run rather than face her
She’s the solid core that connects two people
Who never should have lost touch
That intense, palpable tie that
Defies labels, expectations, fear
Most humans seem to run and hide from Truth
I understand why
Most truths lie in that dark pool
Of subconsciousness, vague, unmanageable
I might be diving head first into those truths
Most of them making me
Stronger, more confident, more me
I draw others to me now
Like a siren singing Truth’s song
Most humans are afraid
Except for one
Swimming through the shimmering pool
In my mind’s eye
I float lightly now, finding and focusing
On particular glimmers
Unafraid to explore, to see
If I even have any limits
Intensely drawn toward one that flashed
Brightly, beckoningly, and I lean forward
Breath caught in my throat
Mesmerized by the possibilities
Flinch and the glimmer vanishes
Blink and your eyes unfocus
Waiting, floating, searching
For that glimmer, any glimmer
Dopamine with a sprinkle of serotonin
And now you want more
Perhaps I’ll find it but really
I did tell you
Truth can be such a bitch
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