The Truth (for George M. Calger)
The truth won’t set you free
It’s a calliope
It plays a hundred tunes
You choose your dance and dance it
Get out of step and you will see
A die with symbols rolling
Faces skewed by different angles
Or a square kept there by an immobility of the head
The truth won’t set you free
It’s a catastrophe
A centipede inching towards its inevitable destination
The legs don’t add up to a hundred
But it bites just like they said.
The truth will set you free
To wander in the desert
Where the wind blows like a calliope
And the centipede wends its way towards
Your rock paper bed
Perhaps it is because the truth is too hard for most people to take. So they'd rather live the lie instead.
Ron