themes: truth, memories, learning
truth slips from my fingertips
like the wine you held in your palm
that night we met the second time
recollection pooling in your vision
silver flowed as obsidian stilled
the walls go up to guard reality
how do we unfold what we are told
when our parents only knew to lie
our memories tinted with an illusion
that perfection is better than certainty
we plead to start our story over
so we can introduce ourselves again
relearn everything that we have seen
with nothing but bare fact in mind
the stains we took to the brain
entrap those moments in slowed time
will principle decide to unveil itself
before our empires come to crumble
we fix our eyes on what we know
only to find that we know nothing
but when morning light starts to stir
truth will always come rushing forth
inspired by my new book VERITY
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aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
