From eyesight, there are half a dozen words
that represent a myriad of lies.
The surface, then, is never proof enough;
relying on appearance is absurd.
It puts us in a world of slick disguise,
transmitting second-hand its show and bluff.
There are no such illusions from the ear:
with sound, we gather in, and become wise.
Discerning what is real is never tough;
the undertone is always sharp and clear
enough.
03 MAY 2011
