within the novel

within the novel
lies the truth

lies the truth
         /\
the truth lies

the lies from
truths and
then it be
-gan ag-
ain. aim
straight
for the
most
vital
spot
so cold
and calcu-
lated, laced
with deception
and lies and ga-
mes - mess after
mess after mess
and the cries of
distress are
the best
now
that
they
ring
so
hollow
and the
shell of
the hell
of the
novel
is let
loose
upon
the page
and page
after page
day after day
is transcribed
as if it was the
literal transcription
of the timelessness
of some love and the
opposite lovelessness
of some time as in many
layered.

within the novel
is my true soul,
my true heart
and it's that
that i give
to the
whole
world
to step
or spit
on as
they
see
fit.

i'm afraid of killing
the novel at this point
it's the most dangerous
part - the editing the
gooey mess into
a slick representation
of realities that were
or will be without a
sense of time...

surrounded by my
reader(s), i am able
to continue the delic-
ate procedure. and i
hope to walk from the
delivery room sooner
rather than later ...

surrounded by true
friends, i'm reminded
what's truly important in
life.