Revelations

   


Today the sky
moved a little closer
I can see through all
three eyes
like I'm supposed to.



My revelations
met by accusations
by hiding in plain sight
gas lights
lit the guilt  
away some.


Fabrication
a selfish tune
by orchestration
each stave so untrue
a conduction
between wrong wavelengths .


The truth
was simply
knocking at the door
it was you
accusing me
of what you
were guilty for .