Paper Cranes

This is the truth I tell you:
One thousand paper cranes equal
one wish
Carried up on parchment wings
not melting before rain, nor
incinerating at a lightning thrust.

one equals one thousand or
one thousand equals one. In the end
it’s all the same






(Aren’t we all, in the
surreal blackness of Death?)

Honesty --
(What is that but
make-believe for children?)
is not what we call truth,
nor is truth honesty.
Put it any way you like,
but they are twins only in your mind.

Paper cranes
are not honest,
or truthful either.
They are nothing
but embodiment of
one wish
borne on a thousand impervious wings