What lies
in the liminal space
of invisible truths?
Is it the silent
whisperer of
empty sooths?
Or is it The Devil
of the details..
dressed in blue?

Is it The One
upon whom
eye of God
no longer gazes?
Is it the wanderer
of empty halls?
Or yet another entry
on the list of many
long forgotten faces?

Whatever lies there..
Never tells the truth.
It planted many seeds..
But didn’t live
to see The Tree
that bore
their many fruits.