in the final days of my occupation
I handled facets of truth like a jeweler
arranged them in space like an architect
when I was done I closed my eyes
(I knew I had lied)
there was silence
then a flash of lightning that I saw through my eyelids
and thunderous applause
stars hailed from the sky
(this I felt
by the cuts on my skin)
the moon crashed into the horizon
(this I heard
by the tremor of my heart)
the night became black
(this I knew
by the sinking of my spirit)
the people were struck by awe and blindness
they said my work was a revelation
and so it was
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