In the eternal lie there arises a truth,
One who harbors this illusion is mistook.
No means no and will we ever know,
The purity and perception of a look.
I have glanced at means,
I have glanced at ways.
Me glancing forward means no ways,
Selfish bottoms are plump with dreams.
Dreams of nothing...
Yet, most trite swells from insipid places.
As harbor lights fill us with joy,
Mere humans succumb to its ploy.
Wiring figures of lines and planes,
Bold is the giver of names.
The bible of James,
Are the most soul soothing flames.
Takes your fear and moves it.
Blindly swallows power.
All is incomplete,
I am incomplete.
Truth is incomplete.
All is incomplete.