Truth.

To know it
Unadorned in the Raiment
Of My Theory

Completely Naked, and as useless
As pointing in a Congress of Crows

The mortality of Wisdom
Is equal to the span of our Assumptions -
Making a year of devotion, the length of time
you wandered in circles
convinced of
Something; Reality could not Fathom

Nor any wisdom prove

The Truth is how Reality assumes a shape
Before the Things to come
Assume otherwise.

So our Lies have been tampered with...

before our eyes.