„the truth was a mirror in the hands of god.
It fell, and broke into pieces.
everybody took a piece of it,
and they looked at it
and thought they had the truth.“
the truth was a river
deep down in the mountain
whole and full, not broken, not slivered
but when it saw
the light of earth
it split into thousand streams
for everyone a glass to drink.
and they drank a glass and said i know
and they drank a second and said i‘ll rule
oh they just drank a drop of an ocean, those fools
and thought they had the truth, now for sure.
and they drank a third and thought they could take
from my mothers garden her sweet singing lake
fishes lived in there
few years ago
before they drank and thought they know.