Veritas Celat Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Veritas Celat

Truth stays
naïve
As reality
profanes
The price of
fidelity
Unpaid
till inflamed

Truth often
hides
With its head
in the sand
Until forced
into play
A new crisis
— at hand

(The New Room: August,2024)

Saturday, August 24, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: august
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