From Hell

I have found truth and now

I know that

I never really wanted it.

I used to wonder about things and now

my wonder is fading as

the black holes eat all of

the white spaces.

It seems that time has inevitably

worn the razor sharp edge

to a dull, rusty finish, but is that

what really happens? If truth be

all the gods mere figments of

our insanity, life nothing more

than a cosmic joke, then I would still

have reasons to go forward.

Living though, kills everything piecemeal.

Joy and wonder are just the first casualties

There is so much truth in the universe, that

we can always pick and chose

which to see and

which to ignore.

The truth is;

there is no writer,

no singer,

no artist, no preacher

who knows ultimate truth.

Go ask the men who wait

right over the ridge,

I’m sure they have an opinion.

I think I’ll stop looking for truth and

scare up a little

wonder and joy.

Mike Carson

9-20-2010