Evaporating Scenes

Evaporating Scenes: Virtual Plastic Soul (truth 

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Myths telling myths, my storied stories told as yesterday

Homespun tales of youth lies told in the most honest breath

This truth so untruthful my rationality begs to be repeated

Cannot take in the scope of this lie of untruth so truthfully told

So boldly spoken as a matter of fact knowing no fact to hold

And yet against the fiction that bears no resemblance

Against the fiction that pretends not to be truth but knows itself as lie

Even if it states itself as factual, as truth, has no mark of similitude as to be its otherwise

But not this that I tell that holds strict fidelity to happenstance

That tries earnestly to be truthful and in truth it is full of said desire

It barks and harkens, when balked at as other than genuine

It admires its mirror image as present, as if with these vague words they’d conjured up yesterday

In focus this hocus pokes us, gnaws with gnarling reality that these impressions

Sharp and congruent, miss the details that faded into imaginary

Pitting all law and trail of subjects and witnesses thereof, of evidence so solid

As to thought unimpeachable, and yet we rage against this in ruin

Will not except the pandora box that opens with this hated breath of text

This truth of untruth that truth must speak if it is spoken, to fail in its fidelity

No matter how it mimics the facts and general outlines of agreed upon happenings

What happens to this steely moment when the question is arisen, a doubt is made vocal?

But paperweights that crumble like sand, and turn girders into cards stacked against themselves

A gust of distrust knocking away these honest Barings that now have no course but rubble in these contrarians’ happenings

: plastic evaporating scenes, always already tentatively speaking – said the “tentacle beings” of always beginning)


--freeverse poetics, done 8:09pm 10th Dec., 41 annos mei.