POEM BY PHAIDON THEOFILOU

STAGE LIGHTS

What is truth?

The lie asked shaping up its makeup.

Truth is the birth of man dressed in its innocence,

the mind of life answered.

And then?

He becomes an adult and doesn’t know which lie to choose

he chooses a different lie in each and every case

as one picks a color.

What comes next?

The unaltered final truth appears:

the hospitable soil that consumes everything.

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