Hidden by the Trees

You seek truth, Diogenes?

Begin by forgetting
What they told you was a lie
Even though they might
Have thought it was the truth

Fluid fiction hides
In the syllables of words
In the single-celled inventions
Of the mind

Cancer fiction spreads
With the separating cells
A metastasizing tumor
In reality
Feeding on self-interest
Feeding on the fear of mortality
In a plastic box of pictures
In the cellulose perceptions
Of normality.

Distill
Disconnect.
Pull the cords.
 
Pour the liquid
Off the soup
Leave crystal residue:
Tetrahedron maze
Of interlocking molecules
 
Of truth nobody told you
Of truth nobody wants.

From Poems of the New Old West
Copyright 2002, Jack Purcell

And I always like to add, while the unexamined life isn't worth living,

the unexamined truth isn't even worth talking about.