Truth is an absolute,
standing astride the tides
of passing thought
that try to change its meaning.
Beauty is a murky oracle,
conjuring images in a crystal ball
of reflected light
to glimpse what it can never clearly see.
And ugly truth careens headlong
into what beauty means to be,
leaving shards of man made myth
to reflect the intentions of eternity.
Â© 2014 Wasted Space Publishing