no things

The truth as such a thing
exists in the face of itself
reveals to me its absence

counterpart to me
I roll on, down the hill
entrapped in motions ways

reveal my secret, contemplate
the knight in shining armor
ambushed on the catwalk

I laugh the world is going
on and speeding up
I turn and face the wall

My shadow stirs, reluctantly
congregates with me
something lives between us

Somewhere, deep in sadness
unjust plans were made
and truth died in its sleep.