If we combined
The perfectly good and the perfectly evil,
We would obtain the imperfection.
If we took a piece of paradise
And a piece of hell to gather them together,
Our souls would become less beautiful,
Because the truth would swallow the lie, and
The absolute truth would become relative.
If our love swallowed our hatred,
We would love each other less than usual.
If we formed an amphora,
While trying to find the absolute truths
In a new and perfect love for Him,
We would need all our faith to remove
All the lies and all our hatred from us.
If our lies and our hatred
Became two trenchant weapons,
And if we chose Lucifer for hitting
Our relative truths,
They would mathematically fall to become
The wounded love would disappear from us,
And we would turn into new salt stones
As Lot's wife turned while seeing Sodom burning...
If our truth was equal with our lie,
And our love was equal with our hate,
We would become absolutely nil persons,
While dying slowly and while melting ourselves
While the absolute truth and the absolute lie
Are in no touch.
The reason to save the self
And to search for the purity,
Is that their arguments are always perfect....
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: truth