Is truth self-evident

Is truth self-evident

When meaning is obscured

Words misunderstood

Carry a potency

Off the Richter scale

Bring down mountains

Level playing fields

Which are a misnomer

When the air is rarefied

The highest regard

Is often paid

To the most accomplished

Serpent

In the room

There is little need

Of poison

When life is such

An easy squeeze

To extinguish

With a change of emphasise

Wallflowers

Will bloom, eventually

Brightening the deepest gloom

Chasing away dark corners

Where the widest cracks

Lie undisturbed

But for spiders

Spinning a stickied web

Full of stories

Waiting to be told

If only they were heard

Before a verdict is delivered

And truth is privileged

By a defining voice

With the furthest carry

Promoting

The loudest noise

With the highest countback

Of classical

Tautological reverberations.