My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.

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2 Comments

  1. Blaine Mallon says:

    This poem makes you think that it doesn’t make sense; but at the end, it hits you and you begin to analyze the poem. This is my favorite poem.

  2. wince says:

    it is definitely true… (“,)

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