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Truth had been evading me

shifty and cagey in the world's cat and mouse game

and though i am no greater fool than anyone else

Truth knew where to hide itself

from the jaded reach of my gaze



My bedroom was hot and       boring

and i could taste the trickle down dust

fluttering in multitudes to film over

the restless soul who dwelled there

So i started out the door to

visit the home of Oblivion, my trusted friend

I entered there in a sightless, ceaseless

billowing cloud of chemicals

and was greeted with the most astounding

false magic smoke and mirror show you ever saw

There were silent sunset siestas and

eerie melting stars that glowed like water

There was counterfeit joy like

no real joy that ever shone on your skin

And i forgot to inquire after Truth

being too enamoured with my liquefied brain

to leave that night



The morning came too soon

bearing mourning for the night's carnival

And i collected my scattered senses

from hither and thither about the room

Then bidding my sleeping friend farewell

i slipped soundlessly back outside

down the road to my girl, Love

She let me in to perfumed arms

and all the rainbow's roses in her hair

We kissed until we couldn't breathe

and mentioned unmentionables in virgin ears

all the way to her bed of green velvet leaves

where we took root in each other

Then after the night shade had been drawn

i tried to ask her if she knew Truth

but she put her finger to my lips

allowing very little sleep to find us



As i woke in the dawn's golden witness

i turned over to bestow a morning breath kiss

but there was only a fragrant envelope

whose entrails read, "Don't be too sad, baby.

You're sweet but you're just made to break."

So i cried up a raincloud

and sulked and soaked across a broad plain

to the derelict shack of Time

the arbiter of what Is, Was, and Will Be

the creator and destroyer of every man and god

He was caught up in some quantum mechanics

but he muttered something about a "lie"

when i asked him for Truth

So i whittled away the afternoon

creating crude pictures in the sand



When the day was nothing more

than a pile of wasted sawdust at my feet

i began the trek home in melancholy

for much lost and barren nothing gained

And i spit at the world in its infinite mystery

and Truth for shamlessly staying mute to my ears

The path was winding and forked

so the way home became disoriented in partial darkness

An unseen obstruction deftly placed itself upon my path

and i soon tasted grey mud, sucking air

looking deep into a clear mirror pool

and the sullied reflection's familiar features

I rose in shakey uncertainty and scanned about

to take in a faded fencepost cardboard sign

over the looking glass water that read,

                     "Truth"