Let me not to the juncture of false hearts
Admit to trickery. Truth is not truth
When it breaks when it breaking finds,
Or warps with the trickster to trick:
Oh no, it is in an ever-steady state,
That spots the masks and is not beguiled;
It is the sun to every seeking eye,
Who sees the light, although the quest never ends.
Truth’s not the world’s fool, though doubt and deceit
Within its greedy claws comes.
Truth alters not with the mind’s knife and the tongue’s spear,
But lives it out even to the edge of sanity.
If this be error, and upon our instincts prov'd
The heart never lived, nor no light ever mov'd.
*I used the structure (and minimal quotation) of Shakespeare' sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds to inspire this parody