The StoryTeller

Not thinking of you today, not 
a single human being died.
No roses shrank or sagged,

predators sheathed their
metal jaws, even

the delicate faery-gnat

with its 3 minute
life-span survived.

I am a good teller
of stories, an accomplished
liar. If you choose to wake

me now-

you awaken
the dying.

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