Saturday, January 06, 2007


The truth will set you free, they say.
What they don't tell you is this:
The truth will not ask your opinion.
The truth will drag you by your hair, kicking and screaming.
The truth is a harder master than any lie.
The truth is a path with no end.
The truth won't hold your hand or dry your tears.
The truth tastes bitter as often as sweet
is dark as often as light
is heavy as lead and hard to grasp as a feather.

I spin helpless in the dirt, wheel of flesh
turning on the axle of Truth--
blinded by dust of my own making.
Truth, my Master, you drive me hard.

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