From the volume ?A touch of truth?
Truth ouside door
Truth stands beyond threshold
Wrapped in veil
Fragile uncertainty
Silent
Helpless
Ofter trembles shrinking
Blushes embarrassed
For her being lonely
Sometimes she rebels
Flings the door open
Marches into drawing rooms
Violently banning falsehood
But nobody listens
Dwarfed greatnesses looking up
Truth is a myth
Truth is relative
Truth is a lie
Weakened
Paled
The truth returns
To the corner
Beyond threshold
Out of doors
Until it dies…
And then
The world will come apart…