The truth is a wonderful and mysterious thing
Seldom it comes untouched from our twisted tongues
Held imprisoned whenever it seems unpleasant
It is twisted and turned, churns an altered shape
Dull threads woven into silky and shining fibres
Notes hearing most pleasant to another's ears
Sometimes twisted too much and a different thing
The washing water no more but a flaming fire
Our wicked tongues from it slithers snakelike
The snake coils around the eye hides all true
Hourglass turned, the ultimate countdown begins
Known, time's sweat and labour is but forgotten
Rare an event the truth comes pure spring water
Touched not by human tongues so misleading
2006-12-28
17:04:10
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