poety or nonsense-go figure

Reality is not fleeting shadows
in catacombs of processes of thought
or memory in which only the dictator
comprehends as true or false,
mindless meanings that move and motivate
only the sincerest of hearts.

Truth is more
than mere recollections, resonations or remembrances
of someone else’s perceptions or perspectives.

It's definitely definable as deeply Devine,
superbly and supremely supernatural.

Truth moves mountains,
redirects courses of rivers,
floods ocean floors,
breaths souls into nostrils of art
yet won’t forcibly melt mans cold hardened heart...
...His own creation.

That is love.