Blare the Bluster of That Babel


There exists truth beyond our realm, drawn into it only when we act in accord with its reality by embracing honesty, integrity is a magnet attracting possibility, exacting in its dismantling of everything, forensic in its analysis of inconsistencies we dismiss as disguised idiosyncracies we give more credit than they deserve, to admit a truth is to honour it with purpose,


to birth so that it may live what our hearts root with veins blood fills that life might highway along arteries from our depths to our appendages an inner knowing reflected in outward appearances, for how one lives is indicative of how one is, and this is true knowledge, we are what appearances we posture, what silences we bend into images.