Parading

And isn’t the sixth sense just this—

the sense of truth? A sense the heart knows
the sense of truth? A sense the heart knows
the sense of truth? A sense the heart knows
like a nose knows milk. Or is it the hairs
like a nose knows milk. Or is it the hairs
on the body’s dial—measuring truth
on the body’s dial—measuring truth
as they quiver and lift. And you know, that I know,
as they quiver and lift. And you know, that I know,
that the only true I mean, is true in the sense —Amy Crutchfield
that the only true I mean, is true in the sense
—Amy Crutchfield

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