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this truth is a liewaiting to happen,
like light fractured
into a disarray of color.
rolling on the tongue
like a black oil
covering what really is-
taking something bright
and making it curiously dark.
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this truth is a liePoetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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