Truth is frightening. 
Straining to wriggle from its stranglehold
develops a vital strength in me.
Light spreads further and brighter: 
the inevitable dawns on me.
Ah, but the pace is slow! 
Like a statue that moves 
although nobody has seen it move,
it is closer now. I see clearer
balance in motion, silent expression.
Countless brief lives swept away 
when tumbling rivers spill this way or that
prove no mechanism of justice
in an obdurate world.
The unwitting world I wrestle with,
a tongue-twister for those who would speak plainly,
shape-shifter for embattled believers 
in the good fight.