She sees that truth has been manipulated and twisted
suiting no one but the one who engineers it
like clandestine meetings between those who
consider themselves lawmakers wearing their guises
like black widow spiders whose loving opponent
will meet their demise when they are deluded
into believing they meet on equal ground
having something both believe in and that
truth is the foundation on which discussion
is built but their meeting of minds is clouded
by deception a grand design of charismatic nature

She sees that there has become a truth laden
with roads without destination convoluted as much
as the murky waters of polluted lakes and rivers
with whirlpools swirling the masses’ thoughts into
a funnel going ever downward where there is no passage
out and from which no amount of mesh can siphon its’ debris
that consists of life without beauty for when the
mirror is looked upon it consists of an acetate fabric
of which everything appears dim and unclear and that
even Chantilly lace when looked through has wonder but
the important elements are missing as though becoming
a puzzle without any solution so each day is the same

© May 2017 Renee Espriu