Taken On: Prose Poem
Even if I’ve forgotten how to interpret the shadows
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2 min readApr 21, 2022
Is it that I do not tell the truth, is that it, that some day somehow I may tell the truth at last and then no more light at last, for the truth? — Beckett
If I ever knew the truth — that would be
something worth writing home about — so many kilometers from home, now, that I write this — can I figure