i do not want the public face;
i want the truth that hides away,
selective of the time and place
wherein it will devour its prey

i want the message that i know
will mean the end of entropy,
the dissipating seasons, and
the riddle of identity

for as the blue turns into black,
the mind will fade before the sight
of lasting truth that pierces veils
and guides us from mistaken sorts
of light