Intersection

At the intersection of truth and poetry,
It does not at all matter if we prevaricate.
Words do interfere by beauty and noise.
We are not here speaking the real truth
But an almost truth, and if this is not it,
Let the bodies speak, in their receding
In their constant flux, movements away.

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