the truth lies in peace

that which is a lie
is busy, always swamped,
destroying itself, rediscovering,
reforming, rephrasing, tormenting as
truth,
truth nonchalantly lies in peace
the curtain falls for 
eyes to open, sense to wake up

when the drama gets over;

the show goes on,
the dais, never too disconsolate
to stage the same play
over and over again,

a game of thorns, or of adornment,
it recognizes the act as another play
a drama of words, actions
of the world knackered beyond repair,
howling in the hollow space and time,

while the truth that lies in peace