Reducible Truths

'Myopia', lack of imagination, foresight, or intellectual insight. This is the precise definition of 'nearsightedness', and yet, we allow those, without a credential of 'correction', to drive through our minds, to do 'wheelie's' upon our emotion, and 'drag race', across our quiet consideration.

They rule our world. They write our laws. They run our schools. They shove shite down our throat's , from every historical and philosophical direction...and of opinion? They are rife.  Perspective? They are want. They are stewards of every institution. Of madness, and distortion. Extortion? They are preeminent.

Is this all we've got? Have we no King's? Have we no God? What has become of  that...sublime? Of intervention, off the tongue's of truth's bards? When had the rhetoric of twist and slick and spin, become condoned? Had truth retired? Or, had she been condemned, as whore, and stoned...that, your...'reducible truth's'...could make their inception?

I am dumbfounded, that I see no lurk but lies, all camouflaged in cloak; where even wisdom cannot seem, but canned...as if...'just writ'...nor lineage of feeling 'gold', but brass. All voices, trained, as though, 'deep bass profundo', make the truth a thing, as if 'the news',its anchor heads divine, indeed... and all, a shameful thing.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Putto, representing the presence of the divine, by Gustav Klimpt