east of sunset

The sky falls to its knees in Ntulele
And it sounds like riverstones,
keys to nothing in particular,
dropped windchimes,
Water-hollowed bone
The hardening of soft feet,
Like sandle straps cutting,
zipper stuck to skin.

Lyrical and Critical Essays

To lie is not only to say what isn’t true. It is also and above all, to say more than is true, and, as far as the human heart is concerned, to express more than one feels. Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays.