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Dainty Tyrant

A lie is only a lie when plotted against the truth,
alone, the deception is plausible;
with time enough to gestate, undeniable;
with power enough to overwhelm, unchallengeable;
with support enough to rise, unquenchable.

Determined diminutive deceptions deftly directed,
degrade democracy, defending dictators.

Truth torn to tatters, tortured through tantrums,
transitions to trepidatious tragedies, that turn tail,
                                                                                then takeoff.

Conservation of Matter

Labor over me, I am no triviality.
When the craven shadows creep out the corners,
detritus spilling over the threshold of the coming day,
swallow your pride and come my way.

Deceit is a warm comfort to an old friend,
but that heat compounds anxiously within;
better to suffer the thin cuts of sharp ice,
than to ingest the ashes of a consuming flame.

Quiet Triumph

What armor need truth?
Truth is indefensible,
indiscriminate,
indispensable.

No monsters exist beyond truths reach,
no obstacle can withstand its might,
but few fear its conquest.

For all its weight must be wielded,
and fewer still have such strength.
They speak its name,
list its dimensions,
even threaten,
but seldom brandish it;
betting everything on mere intent.

Like a young heart beneath mortality’s veil,
truth soothes with practicality,
overwhelms with certainty,
and in their embrace, reveals;

truth needs no armor.
No monster endures truth,
not even truth itself.

Nuance

Most of this is empty space;
the parts we recognize are our own.
Drawing lines to define the void,
make it digestible,
before it gets away from us.

All of it is exploding.
Omnidirectional fire
in a panicked escape
from itself or any purpose in its future;
circumventing speed for scale
while we just try and catch up.

What can we possibly expect?
Swimming around in noble gasses,
breathing fire and using the ash
to write equations or trace shadows.

When the mouth of the cave has closed,
all that we know will be darkness;
but most of this is empty space,
so perhaps there is still some truth in that.