Whose truth is sculpted and molded in its likeness for all society to embrace?
Truth, like laces of candy-cotton melting on one’s tongue,
melding, forgotten, replaced with a newer truth.
Over time the sugar and sweet of your righteousness rots the teeth, the bones, the spine.
I am a liar. You are a liar.
We are equal partners, sharing our blasphemy, our contradictions.
We have resolved our differences, we are one, both liars, both soothsayers of the truth
anarchists with a common tool—Truth.