path
some like aspirations and dreamings
are there in vast aerial tombs
while others will to dwell in the infinitesimal
so life
where should i begin my search for you
sadly i know no path that marks this way
and no correspondence with certainty
and little oh so little understanding
but on my journey you warded me
to never overestimate the power of truth
which may be distasteful to the naked eye
that glances inwards on the naked soul
the idle mind creates
and in its winding task
in variance perverts the course of truth
we wish our way
that lending road which at a journeys end
may seem so distant
so obtuse in its many corners at the
lead posts of chance
whose quirks where the rings of creation
hold their genesis and mine
lead on through all consequence
for truth is but a single character found in the word
where invention is reality
and in its capital it seizes mind and soul
in its frenetic crushing grasp