Simple Truth

Sometimes a simple truth is sacrificed;

abandoned; let go, as surplus to need.

For utility’s sake it’s cut and spliced;

modified; stripped from its seminal seed.

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Sometimes, too, a simple truth is buried;

covered by layers of expedience,

overgrown, entombed in a myriad

of facts; for folioed convenience.

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And sometimes, simple truth is set aside.

It’s rendered small enough to ridicule;

belittled; nothingness personified;

significance reduced to minuscule.

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When by design - we’re too clever by half,

who is it … who is it, has the last laugh?

© Tim Grace, (WS-Sonnet 66: line 11)

4 May 2011 (Revised: 14 December 2022)