Truth Through Noise and Skin

Poem #278 • When words are true they are naked

There’s a book held in this woman’s breast
You can see in her eyes it’s a mirror imparting words to and returning from the heart

When words are true they are naked
fleecing through herds of noise
when words are false they are clothed
ligature dressed to mask anger, vapidness, and conceit

Genuine expressions of what is real
stick with us and break fallacies’ seal

This woman with red around her eyes
a bandage around her wrist
could she be resting in the knowledge that thoughts don’t need to bleed
that critical thinking does not need the herd to confirm her calling and election?

That goodness, knowledge, self-control, perseverance, godliness, mutual affection, and love
can be reminded of without the acceptance of every self-projection?

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