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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

My Truth

Everything is fiction.
Whose life is not?
Except your eyes.
Their dialogue between us
is true.
They are more literate
than words.
At night I look for your eyes.
Black as black,
they have light.
Optics that create
what is seen.

I see my house
because you see it.
I am reminded of time
because you see it pass,
because you ignite it.
I see my place as home,
instantly written,
by your eyes.
Where your eyes are not,
I do not exist.
The candle of my heart blown out,
life become fiction.

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