Starts with but asingle-hinged myopic
Flight of fantasy
Falling fast on ears tooeager to
Exact veracity.
Bursting, bouncing,echoing beyond the bounds
Whereonce begun
Its legend grew on wingsthat flew
To spread beyond the setting sun.
Then one to cover, one
To deny,
And one to set the recordstraight.
One to give a reason why.
Far too little,
Much too late.
Til hiding becomescommonplace
And walls of Jell-O shiftand bend
In vague translucenceseeking light
To find the rub
To put to end.
And so they crash, thesedominoes
Unburdened any weight ofproof.
No hindrance or abatement
Tilting, falling,seeking,
Finding truth.
Published on September 01, 2025 02:50