In many ways we can never know.
Lines get crossed.
Intersect.
If cults
are the root of culture
then hidden truths
or whatever,
are not as occluded
as we imagined
they would be.
Perhaps lies are most
evident, scabrous
haunting, forever healing.
But, I found I could change my mind.
Set all other plans
in Desire's continuous motion.
I finally see the fruits
as they drop
to the earth.
They say in their way
that there were two trees
in a garden,
from where I sit there is a whole forest,
a whole rich continuous
growing world.
One is not the only number we know.
