Truth’s Gambit

In the layered folds of the psyche,

Truth’s gambit is played out

In a silent chess match

Save for the chess-clock punches,

Where every move

Holds the possibility of a revelation.

Reality’s pieces call to account,

Knights of chance leap

Over pawns of certainty.

Prescience Bishops cut through deception’s fog.

Commanding the board

Is the Queen,

Fierce and inflexible,

Her shadow of presence

Undeniable,

Yielding absolute power.

While…

The King,

Fragile and vulnerable,

Hides behind fortress walls of pretense,

Guarded and protected by his rooks of denial.

Moves become more calculated,

Each decision more conscious

Of the inevitable checkmate

Of the weaker side.

Somewhere on the battlefield,

Truth takes a stalwart stand,

Maskless and unafraid.

So goes this diversional battle

Resulting in a confrontation

Where there are no winners or losers,

Only the clarity of fatuous behavior

When the final stand fails

And the rules of engagement

Are laid bare of weaponized dishonesty.

The duplicitous armament of desperation

Will have to wait for the next challenge

Of Truth’s Gambit.