Is Truth beauty? Ponder such with senses alert.
I grovel for answers. A beauty-martyred.
Drive it into darkness-a moment’s comfort.
A lie? No. A choice. Aha, and so it started.
A truth unedifying, unforgotten, now surreal,
Came crashing back, without warning
All fear, guilt, anger when it’s object appeared.
In the fullness of mind, both now and before,
My answers, choices and truth became clear.
All I know is mine. It is that-nothing more.