a_lie_of_the_light
raze a lie of the light
tells me the truth
of what things are.

chickweed leaves become
a family of fruit bats,
their swaying a smudge
of something unsoiled
by the dirt of the day.

i hold out my hand
to graze their wings
and watch them scatter
like last night's dreams. 		260616
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