Because tomorrow is today by another name

Oh, our truth may be malleable, but you can’t accuse
us of deliberate perjury. We bend with the wind of
self-preservation. Isn’t that our elemental mandate?
We dress in convenient falsehoods. Our masks wear
masks. Reality is a lover we scorn by day and take to
our beds at night, so the pain will comfort our
numbness. We strut like naked emperors bearing
our crowns of opportunism. Truth itself is complicit.
If it wished, verity could fill the light in its vertiginous
ascent to the sky. Are we water that we will harden
or disappear just to accommodate the whim of the
weather? No, our forbearance has no preordained
horizon. Our certitudes have disclaimers. We don’t
fear death, we are afraid of being forgotten. Our
last honest confession could have been hunger, but
we have long learnt to quietly swallow our pride.

28 thoughts on “Because tomorrow is today by another name

  1. Love it!

    ‘ Are we water that we will harden
    or disappear just to accommodate the whim of the
    weather?’

    I believe the average human is around 60% water. That, for me, added an intriguing layer to the words (though, perhaps, unintentional – still: rather cool).

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  2. What an amazing contempaltive write. With regard to death we are lucky as writers to have our words remain for a little while but unlucky that we cant correct our errors.

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  3. Wow, what a poem this is. You just keep getting more and more profound. I am in awe of this one. So true – about not fearing death, but fearing being forgotten. I always wonder just how long it will take before…. And, ah, our masks wear masks – yes, true sometimes; and sometimes we don’t even realize it…we think we are baring our truthfulness, not even remembering there is another layer underneath and underneath that. This really is a GOOD poem~

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  4. You are absolutely right: I am afraid of being forgotten. (But once I’m dead and gone, my fear won’t matter, will it?)

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  5. I love the uncompromising way these very insightful observations are made. It all but dares the reader to try to argue back, all the while knowing its conclusions are rock solid.

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  6. My goodness this is good!❤️ Especially love; “Reality is a lover we scorn by day and take to our beds at night, so the pain will comfort our numbness.”

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