The truth is so clear
you do not see it,
you see through it:
it is your eyes.
Lay the lines down.
Plug in to the mesh.
Nest the virtue of order-
that some things are true
is the sun under which
the World belongs.
Though it may never culminate
- as it turns -
we're here for the story.
Only some things are true.
This was never a poem.