bringing a hurried, new episode
of the dream.
As I work, I think
about many things.
Why do I bear in my flesh
the mark of the followers
of Aknenaton?
What is the responsibility
of a translator?
Must the truth
be always told,
and is it safe?
Akhenaton's sun disk
tells me
that it is not.
Truth, like the sun,
can burn us.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
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