#1453 - a poem in the truth

 

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a poem in the truth

 

and this is the language we’re here to invent

I think you’ll remember the tune

 

it was always my duty to do

 

brush cobwebs aside

roll it out of the hangar

 

in other words

in favour of

all agreed, all known

 

I like it a lot naked

bare teeth at times too

 

make bible of every life

 

and straighten up a picture

objective as for fact

 

the truth was always neglected

 

we hauled it up a ramp to shine

 

you’d recognize the colours but

 

make monstrous

 

be the ghost you can be

 

we come from the self same sleep

 

tell on

and every day my best

 

so sit upon a throne to sing

give truth tin roof

and call that smoke

 

just a few puffs yet

 

by all the powers of unbelief

we’ll find a better word