was not so much
like quicksilver
in the way it can't decide
how it should see a thing
and be a little more
like terra cotta clay
to take your handprint
where you have laid
your truth
as something to hold
as part of me
instead of what should be
poisoned or darted
from with fear
but something to bear
as a truth that
I have learned to see
even when the truth
does not agree
with what is in my heart
when truth is as subjective
as the state of quicksilver
and all that we can really have
is what we are willing
to give a place
for witness
in the soft earth of our
own skin
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