THE TRUE WISDOM
-By Cheryl Kar
Assertions kept it behind the veils,
stuck in the verisimilitude
a syllogism of thoughts questioned its existence
sovereign was their approach.
truth became the falsity of wisdom.
but they became victims of acataphasia.
“for who thee trusted fellows?”
the dulcimer hit the chords
hope became a fruit in moiety, cynosure.
A face beneath a face
truculent to the ignorance
blood inept for the human
a lurid secret once foretold, now became a fable
recited by small humans in flesh and bones.
we became obsequitious in our nuance
to penchant fact into fiction
all is but a superfluous taciturn
a wanton vex is the umbrage.
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