I'm with Carl on this, it kind of took me into a flame lit tomb where secrets are carved into the stone and truth is a forgotten feeling. Nicely done-willweb
that was a nice little if bit of scary trip ( , put me in mind of tomb raiding. Especially liked this stanza in and of itself.
"Thinking of truth
was difficult. Your footsoles
develop blisters. No home
was in sight."
The pursuit of truth is difficult and the the steps taken to find it can be blistering and seemingly no home in which to rest seems on the horizon. Thanks for the post - carl