Our denials
are what make us move
for instance we deny
the hardness of the stone
and the rope
we deny that we have
heads
and that make us
more adaptable
here
our denials
constant as they are
make us all alive
we keep mumbling
we pay the price
for this
we look around
honest people are hanged
and their remaining
children
keep asking
what did you teach them?
honesty kills.
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