(true) perception

how many things can be true at once

or perhaps

how many truths can there be without the lie?

does any one truth stand tall and proud without a fragment of deception?

is reality a time warp, a perspective battle of sorts, where everything and nothing is true

simultaneously, all at once, but simply is, and always was, and could never be put into words

by anyone but the wordsmiths who lived to tell their truths and nothing but those truths

living and dying by the sword of what they thought they knew

or by the wordsmiths who, instead, reveled in the lie

who soaked in the warm, sweet liquor of deception, whether meaningfully or not,

and constructed their own realities

their own worlds within worlds

their own truth within a fabrication

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I don’t love this, but oh well. I wanted to publish a little something to battle writer’s block. ♥️