To Hear The Truth


Wanting to hear the truth
For reality to be good and fair
In a Babylon of babbling voices overlayed
Like acid hazed tiles scattered on the surface of something
Too immense to capture in peripheral gazes
Contained and concealed with a vaguely familiar form worn
It is always changing never stays and yet always is the same
Challenge to the field of senses to grow somehow in the face of
That which exists to perpetually uncreate that which is the created
Dressed in clothes composed of threads of lies tied like silken nooses
Of corruption off the cuff of each moment that is and is no more
Than the one before or after
All is said, just an endless pre taped loop
It's too bad to be good
Wanting to hear the truth



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-05-21 at 00:51

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