facts are facets are
things in the act
the truth speaks softly
as time saying amber
to the enduring sap
words come and go
like leaves like men
we the tree remain
time branches and roots
cause or effect braids
all the reticulated knots
the nerves rewiring in
a vast wounded brain
constellated in the sum
of each groping thought
bent toward what light
what faint truth said
through its ringed echo
by its nested metaphors
listen the wind blows
clear petals of sky
while a twig writes
upon air beyond ours
that we must change
so many bells peal
but they aren't time
words are not truth
the leaf isn't autumn
but its painted sign
its absence isn't winter
but clocks' stray hands
set to truth's rhythm
a pendulum of moon
ratchets off the days
we aren't there yet
seeds of each other
at a different pace
facets of all masks
converging to a face
facts are times efface
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"the leaf isn't autumn
but its painted sign" I love the swirl of language and imagery in this poem.*
I like the "swirl of language," too, and I like Emily's comment. *
The line Emily cited also stayed with me after my first read of this. The language throughout is just perfect.*
clocks' stray hands set to truth's rhythm a pendulum of moon
ratchets off the days
I may have hit my personal best with these 40 lines. It's going to take some time to top them.