You can trace the untruths
through the winding ways of Time,
fickleness in deep dark pockets,
the pulpit carries the voice of One
{ … }
& the X will never again
mark the spot of treasures —
I sit in the benches, cloaked
watching a watch on silent
{ … }
the chastising medium of one
clashes the pack pursuing —
We, wee in the grander scheme
find truthful talk in friendly faces
{ … }
and no lies in faceless friendships —
You can trace the untruths
through the winding ways of Time,
if you dare
to face
the signs.
