the truth is painted on her face.

the truth is painted on her face.
_______________

It seems the
Voices are all
Comedians now..
standing upon
A Crumbling Stage.
(with Horrors hidden
in their Mouths.)


Oh..The Reality
of Consensus View..
how it stains the
Wanting Individual..
as the Uncertainty of
Life Betrays You!
(and "Truth" remains
a Mystery Darkly 
Beautiful.)

When first I cut My
Puppet Strings..
to see True Life for
what it is..
I Heard Homicidal
Angels Sing!
But then Love Saved
Me With A Kiss!
(and eased My Mortal
Suffering.)

Thus The Voices
are all Comedians
now..
who stand upon A
Rebuilt Stage..
ridding me of Any
Doubt!

(That "The Truth"
is Painted On Her
Face.)

j.stephen.h.