Truth of Lies

(2020)

The truest speech is silence.

Your mind is so fast as to be uncertain
(As the sky is not particles per se, but more
Clouds, waves of possibility of the wide free blue)

But when you
Speak.

Truth collapses

(Beautifully, poetry
As a point observed,
Verbalized, observed,
Observable among eyes

A useful lie, a lovable lie,
Language we can work with,
(Beauty weak and ours
And we call it good
And we are right)

The lie of language is our best
Natural lens to natural truth
As if we could touch it with our fingers
Certainly— language lets us
Critique, listen and critique,
Playing procreative games, laughing at
These silly naked Newtons
Liable to laws of things between—

Ultimately we cry and laugh
Uncertainly returning
Through the now larger larger blue