truth
as lies have witnessed
blares like wintry vertex
so clear
and yet, so muted
irrefutable
yet moot
the brute hand of ignorance
stands ruthless beyond compare
e’er bearing down
impressing its mark
from tears
to creeping fears of darkness
but none dare hearken
to such a perilous plight
a sight so present
as stark as night
amid a midnight snowfall
where banished mem’ries
fill the earth
as fast as fractals
feel dirt this parched
a consequence of convenience
and cavalier cheeks
turned in rows
but even roses unseen
flourish
as time will
surely have its way
what eyes behold
belie the boldest truths
lying perished
forever lost
to fallen snow
Max, or Not 