Insane Quinzaine
Insane Quinzaine
There is no truth, only doubt.
Is there nothing left
but the lie?
There are no lies, only fear.
Whose words never crossed
truth’s grey divide?
The black and white of truth, lies.
Are the nuances
of lies, truth?
Lies are the truth discolored.
Would a cooling shade
be truth-less?
Truth lies hidden in the doubt.
Are we complicit
in this ruse?
John G. Lawless
3/29/2014
for Dr. Ram Metha
Quinzaine contest
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