LA VERITE (THE TRUTH)

There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting. Buddha

La Verite

The truth possesses me,
hides never behind
the slow moving action
haunting my soul,
and releasing
trials to my queries

nightly,
like the new moon
underlying many
heavy slivered crescents,
and time amasses to
the fullness of certainty.

La Verite holds a mirror
and a serpent in the
benevolence of night,
and launches the
irreversible
occupation.

She desires me alone,
my honest moon, with
her alabaster word and
eerie globed iris
deeply shattering
the lie.