Sun/Veil/Son

some rifts divide a man from himself it seems
that plain and absolute truth
that never existed to begin with
 
but with a nod and a smile we'll keep playing the game
the mindless treasure-hunt for that sense of security in who we are
to repeatedly learn that we will never truly know ourselves
 
we'll use imaginitive imagery to charm the eyes and minds
inflammatory diction to bridge a gorge in the ghost
or cause it
perfection would appear
in the form of contradiction
chaos and order
violence and serenity
the lie to give meaning and value to a truth
 
indeed we are the ones
 
who seek ourselves out
 
and never find
 
what it is we seek.