My truths are open to interpretation
Not found on faces but through hearts
Literal truths are limited to sharp edges
Eternal truths are fluid and invisible
Suffusing the space behind a smile with radiance
Or coloring imaginations with starlight
My truths are layered and nuanced
Revealed slowly
The way stratified rock gives up its truth
To an archaeologist’s chisel
Telling a story that is never quite as complete
As you’d like but good enough to piece together
David Trudel © 2013
createdavidt 
I like this. the images are angular and difficult, but they fit together very neatly.
Thank you Seb.
Riveting poem! Thanks for sharing. I will follow your blog and return to read more, for sure.
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http://gdalexander.wordpress.com/
-G.D.
Thanks!