To place ourselves between the words,

the combative ones,

 

is to be in no man’s land, where hissing silence

swirls like CS gas.

 

To see nothing as it truly is, as if in the fug on

the channel as dawn spills,

 

to see neither side, know no direction, to hear dulled voices like

the echoes of babel.

 

Where is the door to clarity?

beyond where doubt and unknowing bring fear.

 

To know truth beyond all doubt, what is

to be done?

 

must we be so consumed by its fire that only

our ashes remain,

 

where truth becomes our nemesis, it represents all

we could not be, truthful.