The Ice Flow
I let go of truth today
not Truth, of course,
but truth –
the many truths that fill our days
and mind our minds –the little truths which say that down is up
and wrong is right –
though we, of course, deny that up be down
or right be wrong – judgmental that –so say, ‘no wrong or down or bad –
just life – not Life perhaps
but life as good it gets’.He asked if angst had dropped
and Life arisen…I fought that one
as he’d received good care –
while I’d again not factored in the heart --
it’s frailty and sin –
and evil brash or small –
till now that is.They will not change –
Abiding Plato’s cave
day-shadows on their walls
blue-flickers in their nights
ersatz Reality and Truth.I noticed then the Peace on dying faces –
by which old people carry us in life
‘fore they pass on
and we’re left here to struggle
within reality and strife
bereft Serenity and Truth –when blizzard-day they take
a flow of ice –
released from truths which filled their days
and mind our minds.
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