(for a friend who is passing from a rare brain disease)

This night

knows

the lie.



and it

wasn't

you.



only a

bleeding

glimpse of

something else

someone else.

tangled

there

struggling

in the

night.



a stunt

performer

without

a net.



not your

choice.



and that

one reality

sets you

free.



look

hard inside

your heart.



and the

lie ends.



and your

beauty

begins

again.



I have

seen it,

I have

felt it .



from the

very first

moment

you began

to cry.



the lie

has ended.