Fresh Poetry ~ “The Third Truth”

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In the flood of all
knowledge,
numbers engineer what is magic
by swift
accomplishment.
From such dross,
algorithms
defined & distinct, dazed bees
crawl
from darkening hives; the first piece
of disinformation
will exhaust & deplete
your being.

Even now the last word
cannot
be given for
efforts to defeat the conspiracy
of shock words
twist strong forces of
will to serve
the hate.

Imagine a panacea—what else
is forbidden?
Dark hives make rancid
honey—this era of paradox
twists labels & trends knot
lifelong obedience to elastic
minds—we follow but
not
closely.

My crackpot theory goes
like this:
A thing is truthful insofar
as it’s sold.
Sink your point;
end the discussion; pump the flavour
of buttery truth provided
by a PR firm
outlining counter-reformation
by means of
scientific abracadabra.
There it is again: an alchemy
of opposites
minus media to sicken the mind &
wreck
our nerves.

Salvation is
personal.
Psycho-social agitation,
loose-jointed loops
of circular logic,
avenues we depend upon
for wisdom—the composed final
product melting in the
mouth, making us greedy for
more
fake peace & thoughtful
propaganda—all manner
of phobias
triggering
the third truth—we await final
word.

{Photograph by Arthur Fellig}

 

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