Run Away TruthS




Who asks the question?

that floats aimlessly

in the air

of an empty office




The empty question

on overflowed minds

“Oh where is thy truth?”


“Was it lost, perhaps, in

the sea of morphine, dopamine

and expired saline

that has become thicker than blood?”


Probably, I assume

it went with the baggage

of sincerity

During a collision course with British Airways


Mind shuffles and perambulate

Through thickets of

blossoming deserts

that mock treeless forests

In search of the arcane rats


Any suggestions?

Rat silence


A silent whisper

on a voiceless lip


“Office Rats”




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