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