#true+truth

As we sway we'll see the world complete distant forlorn mean

The temperature tapid as the water is placid and meaning burns as acid for the tree is the symbol the intention human and forgiveness comes to those who stand alone in thorns looking for lost horns

The sway is the turn why doesn't it make the soul mourn as the breeze freezes the skin and the eye and releases the truth of distant time I am a mark even as my back slacks and my jaw flaps and you never saw me act

On valid purposes as succulent grasses dampen the cost of the mural that rises before the turmoil can you see the creation through the eye of the creator or have you denied and allowed yourself to spy the right and ignore outside plight

You have driven nail and broken flesh and stretched

Is there a way to explain myself

Have your ears come unglued from the tract that connects you to memory and thinking do you see at oblique angles to redefine meaning

We are the voices sound your dreams have come round and the 180 degree turn needed to move forward marks your steps loud as you glance around still being proud

The breeze in our sway causes your own stench to hang and still our voices resound as denial and frustration compete with the truest treasure of a great nation

Does a whole exist as we continue to miss the truth of yesterday as the cries muffled to sigh to rattles to make believe laughter as all that was left were the leaves lamenting a tragedy bent

Boughs hewn to bring it all through and we sink as we rise to remain the speck deep in your eye

Truth does not drown its buoyancy sound

As we sway a new way and continually remind you of old days as you pretend that the truth bent at right angles then curved again

Make the tapestry as you will the sun remembers the decay as the atrocity was allowed to lay and the moon's view still records the new noon of days to be as you try to recreate the scene

We are the living remembrance of a time regrettable and we deny the denial that still marks our backs like some sort of hideous ownership to devour the strength still residing deep within our ultimate power

Swing with me so you know what true truth may be if you only believed

Then maybe the sea would speak and the world would think and a new dawn would erupt from our own muck