Truth is Not Truth
Notty Bumbo, 2018
Let us all
Once and for all
Be very clear:
Truth is not the truth,
Interspersed with the filthy rich.
Truth is only occasionally truth
In the cosmic scheme of expansion,
Movement across time,
And even then subject to unknowable laws
Where the truth of yesterday
Fails the tests of tomorrow.
Truth drifts in and out
Of what we feel in the moment,
Even across the breadth of life.
There is at the least
A soupcon’ of falsity in what is seen,
What is said between the sheets.
In all things there are layers of dust
From extinct planets
That slowly grind the outer husks
From the surface of everything we think,
Everywhere we venture.
The realm of matter
Is a fraught and dubious bonding
Interrupted by chaos.
Truth cannot be pure in such lodgings,
It revolves and trips over its own nucleus,
Fades to obscurity in the libraries of the ancients.
How can we in this fractured future
Think truth remains what we claim for it?
There are trees in untouched forests
Whose very roots are wrapped with deceit.
To believe what we are told
Is only for children and fools.
What passes for verity would make Euclid doubt,
Would cause Newton to remove his shoes,
Toss them in the river in helpless despair.
You or I,
Faced with any assemblage of facts,
Cannot with assurance defend gravity,
Debate the Moon’s orbit,
And willingly would remove our eyes
Thinking the Sun has gone dark.
Let us not continue these charades -
Nothing that was ever thought true
Believed in us with similar conviction.
The Sun, we must remember,
Does not rise or fall.
And everything else in the Universe
Wears a mask of approximation,
Wondering why we shout so loudly
Into the void,
About absolutely nothing at all.