i wish for you
to construe

a lie so glorious in it's details,
that doubt of reason all but fails.

to throw the truth (and it's ten nails,
ten nails dig deep, and thought prevails-
but not tonight, for Now is frail.)

into the cold,
this truth so bold,
****** right out onto it's side.

to know my piece
is to know defeat;
my one true loss
is your heartbeat.