Truth Cuts

Truth
Exists.
Pure, absolute Truth,
far more than anything finite,
Simply IS.
A two-edged sword?
Yes, Truth can be that;
though I liken it more
to the cuttingest surgical implement,
a searingly precise scalpel,
for which there is little anesthetic.  

We,
People,
bear within ourselves
malignant self-deception,
as well as bastard delusions,
injected beneath our skin;
(these resemble personalized, chemical time-bombs
of dark science-fiction.)

Do we accept the cure
that Surgical Truth provides?
Will we shrink from the wincing pain,
of Slicing Truth which, laser-like, allows
light to pour burningly into the darkness
beneath our skin?  

Before a searingly precise scalpel,
for which there is little anesthetic....   
Some may indeed
stand stock still,
offer forth their flesh,
endure the momentary
piercing pain,
and thus be Freed,
Freed from the ongoing, growing cancer
of eternal betrayal.
But Others-
Others
Will stretch out a part themselves
Exposed, in part, to the Truth
Yet, when first blood is drawn,
They cry,
Foul,
Snap-Twist-Jerk
away...
Gouged.
By the Truth?
By their own weakness, and lack of resolve.
Yet, blame the Truth they will,
labeling it "False," and "Non-existent."
And so, begin descending to Death,
Consenting to, even glorying in,
the poisoned lifeblood within.
...(After all, high on fevered hallucinations,
        their toxic Half-Truths become revelations
        from apparent angels of light.)
Yet,
their sweat
is Futility.
 
- - -

Truth pervades
Truth provides
Truth heals
Once it sinks inside.
I,
To hide
disease,
Once lied.

At Truth's Promise
I gasped, open-eyed
Rip-Button-shirt, tattered, open wide
Pride kindles death,
so I killed Pride
Afraid, bare-chest,
          -but not denied.  

Truth pervades
Truth provides
Truth heals
Once it sinks inside.