I love the truth.
I have no idea what it is other than the feeling I get
in my depth
when I hear it or see it
Actually there is one way to know it, beyond feeling
If it leads to further questions, it is the truth.
And, at my best, the truth is like a fuel
a force, perhaps the only force
of true life or, more precisely
of human life.
And, you know, I am terrified of the truth
and most times, many times…
I let that terror win.
In my fraudulent representations masquerading as intellectualism
pretending at surety
confident in confidence
I have to try hard. I have to try hard. I have to try hard.
To see through, around, below, above, outside, inside
my innocent fraud.
I have to try hard not to know
But I have to try harder to act this way.
And don’t get me wrong…I am sure in certain things
I am sure…