Paradox Poem by John Tansey

Paradox



All truth is quicksilver
slipping through the fingers

The moment I speak
is the same that I lie

It is when my tongue
seeps deep down my throat,

Knowing though not telling,
that truth remains alive

Paradox
Friday, January 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wisdom
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John Tansey

John Tansey

Bronx, New York
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