Perfidy

Tis not the coveter that hurts The egoist is insignificant Dubiousness is a child’s play And ‘tis not what’s in the belly that kills. The weight of words is little There is no weight in man’s presence Absence is only a mere event Even the eyes betray the body. Perception is just a mere instinct The ears are gullible For that which the tongue gets it takes While the heart knows it all The mind is an abyss Darkness it communes- when- Not in control of the day- That sees sham. For the light detest shadows Being full in wisdom- that- Duplicity is not concrete- Rather ‘tis perceived than seen.