Delusion of Truth
Were they so deeply deceived?
Is companionship enough?
She was beguiled by deception, he by
love and trust, they by knowing.
Truth was given freely, and the cost
was death, maybe. How simple.
The book deceived me, tempted
by eternal heavenly bliss,
Dishonored by knowing morality.
Then I read the book.
Look both ways.
Doubt lies, believe truth.
Mind gaps for deception.
My Factitious Fog
Galère thoughts compete with factional voices
as divides within my indeterminate mind sway opinion, always—
competing thoughts contending for favor,
seeking confederates with logical knowledge,
either knowing or not knowing.
What difference does it make?
I’m haunted by TMI.
Look both ways and mind the gaps for tricks and trips,
or steppingstones,
but don’t expect it to be easy.
Our Literary Journey 