can you

can you go into where the truth tells lies
where the word places fiction in the mouth
of tellers of the future, calling prophets
who write scripts for unconscious minds.

can you go into where the truth tells lies
where the shatterings press
reality against its own skin
where edges are razor sharp
a steel place where only will survives.

can you go into where the truth tells lies
where raw firmament shakes you brutally
the wetness of the wanderer, a subtle storm
keys in the core of ice glaring in a doorless dimension
of fabricated fictions telling lives what to be.

Copyright 3/2008 by Vashti