to tell the truth
is to give birth to a lie
a bubble of blasphemy
that becomes dogma
given enough time
It is here that we realize
the truth is a phantom
haunting the future
a name for names
a label that refers to itself
a cipher that refers to nothing
an emptiness that is all-embracing
a hunger satisfied by nothing
I am the truth
buried beneath an avalanche of lies
I am the first lie rolling down the mountain
I am a nexus and a fissure
I am the blasphemy of gods
my lie was foretold
by the truths of the haunted
who bear their weight
and smile in spite of it
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