The Truth Is True Only If Understood (Otherwise It Is a Lie)
Hereth comes forth the lion,
In a petticoat dressed as iron.
It can kill with shards that wretch the mouth
From mouth of a mouth
It can become that which once was
It can mortify and it can relieve
It can believe
In senselessness of sense
Beautiful pretence,
A hand for a hand
Shaken by a strand
of truth
For whatever he says is true
if understood
and if it's not, then is it lie,
Is it an apple
instead of a head
A suit instead of a body
Instead of a corpse
Empty, empty, emptied
Of all force
Of nothingness
Of non-senselessness,
Multiplied.
I am the tiger,
aren't I?
Which brings the cloth over a moth
That hath eaten it,
Has bathed in it,
Which brings a claw over a mouth,
Mouth of a mouth
From a mouth that kisses,
Kisses the eye,
Hereth 'tis I, eye for an eye,
The truth, composed
self and overused,
the truth of solitude
the truth of a lie
a lie from a lie for you to lie on at night
For you to sleep and dream
I speak the truth and they die
Unknowingly
Their only goal is to survive,
Their only truth, a lie,
My once contorted face, a sigh,
Finally
The tiger with its pantomime
Cleanses hollow hearts, eats them,
For the tiger is sublime
Takes the night's black stripes
Upon its face, its eyes,
It dies to destroy lies
It lives
To paint its mouth
Mouth from a mouth upon a mouth
A smile
The tiger dies
And with it goes the truth
Behind are only lies.