could I utter words eternal
or only whisper in the wind

is there truth locked in the cosmos 
or only smoke lost in a haze

chaos in me all around
looter in the storm

what if I make a sudden grab
internalize a form

truth be nimble, truth be quick
existing in a blaze

an instance in eternity 
a grain of sand in space

I do not know what truth is 
I do not know my place