the illusive truth. or the truthof illusions

like trying to see
solid form through smoke

like looking at june flowers
reflected in a lake

if you touched it,
it would disappear in ripples
to know its truth
you would have to look at it
from afar

**

from afar you would see
the colours deeper,
and the truth of itever hidden by the
heavy transparency of water
that tinged it

**

they lived in half truth
and half shadows
half known and half
that could never be known

**

"for it is ever the way of witches 

with any two things 

to care for the more mysterious of the two"

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and if in the pursuit 

of things unknown

this life will be spent,

then let it