Veritas Celat

Truth stays

naïve

As reality

profanes

The price of

fidelity

Unpaid

till inflamed

 

Truth often

hides

With its head

in the sand

Until forced

into play

A new crisis

— at hand

 

(The New Room: August, 2024)

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