Unbalanced Equation

Words choke the pen's ink, when

hope and silence the pillars

of an uncertain edifice

support an insecure façade

the frontpiece of a hollow,

empty space, with

drooping dead-end eaves

a quagmire for a patio, with

a pain-wrought portcullis

the restless garden oft absent, and

flowers of bizarre purple prose people

beds of tectonic rifts

surrounded by deep ravines

gullied pathways,

each step fraught with the risk

of further friction with truth -

Where does this monument begin

or end? - with folly or without it -

where angels fear to tread

and fools rush in to claim

a falsified paradise

robbed of faith and knowledge

where emotions run riot, ravage, plunder,

destroy, raze to the ground

an unexpected one-way street and

an unbalanced equation

belie the nature of knowledge

deny the coherence of truth.