Truth, a beautifully offensive permanence

We turn it over and over in our hands
But never able to grasp it
We rebrand it and PR-spin it
We highjack and weaponize it
Like we get to decide.

Unaffected.

Our feelings have no authority over it
Our minds have no capacity for it
So nuanced that we can not define it
So pure that we can not manipulate it 
Though we try.

Untainted.

Outside ourselves yet embodied in our cells
Unobtainable like galaxies - observable like wildflowers
We claim to find it
White knuckling our fists in possession
We deceive ourselves.

Unbound.

Dethrones us yet sets us free
Crowns too heavy for heads
Yet we clench them anyway
How dare it not bend under our will
How dare it deny us.

Unthreatened.

The most certain mystery
The most mysterious certainty
A beautifully offensive permanence
In an era of worshipped self-governance
What unexpected relief to surrender control

Unaffected. Untainted. Unbound. Unthreatened.

Truth.