#470 - there isn't an order to the truth

13.iv.21

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there isn’t an order to the truth

for  a set of abstractions in fear of

 

the big bad wolf, he learned the rule

y gotta get hot to play real cool

                – three little bops                                           

 

there isn’t an order to the truth

it comes in the colours it will

 

those of other ages knew and know

 

but try to be honest about this

start every sentence with ‘honestly’

(that would be one of the tricks of it)

 

truth is everywhere you go

sometimes it is surrounded with eggshells

 

touch or say the name

it dissolves

but only into truths

it has this indivisibility

as with the atom once

break truth and just make more

 

sometimes sticks to the sole of the shoe

 

one said much love sets free

it is of course the long way home

 

and now we come to expert knowledge

the verifiable fact

 

contrary to popular opinion not everybody has one

or they’ve not yet dug far enough to find

there cannot be a synonym

 

archaeologists are unearthing truth

even as we speak

 

there are some simply spout

or could be some decoration

for instance round the neck

… piercings, tattoos, scarification

(purposes of advertising the truth)

 

truth, it would be fair to say

is an abstract picture of the moment passed

frequently worshipped as holy

 

for some an art of theft done justice

 

was once the masthead of a gutter rag

and yet there was a grain in it

grew mighty to a juggernaut

leviathan and …

how many days in that whale?

 

the truth is neither here nor there

was never a defence against

fifty-one per cent opinion

nor is it the burnt bail in the urn

 

he says she says

 

truth frequently holds court

hogs the judgement seat

of course with its own prejudice

(bias of the ball as it levels out the green)

 

the evidence accumulates and now the jury’s in

but each to her opinion

shocking!

 

it’s like the river stood in twice

we know because we’re here

 

truth has been hallucinated

with neither fear not favour

 

how long since your last (?)

do you mind if I enquire

 

and sometimes it comes in the form of a question

as by gadfly asked

(see the shadows of slaves

for a flicker on the wall)

 

kind of a collagescope

has to be caught from flash

 

and take it from the top…

best confessed like the blues