Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The truth

The truth is never
black nor white,
nor square nor round,
nor cubic nor pyramidic,
nor an army of red ants
nor a clutch of clucking hens.
Nor a stutter of a gun
nor deadly looks.
It's a momentary whorl
in a placid sea,
a sudden chill
on a torrid afternoon.
A leftover patch
from a faded dream.
An inking denied.

- Max

1 comment:

  1. this is so beautiful and true, max. in these few symbols we find enlightenment. xoxoxoox