Self Authenticating Truth

(so one might hope)

should be undeniable.

A light from which the doubter

can never escape.

As a felon hidden in the dark cave

hiding from the rays of a torch

in the bounty hunters hand,

the flames burning high,

to illuminate all the hidden corners,

all the crags,

all the dark tunnels and alcoves

of the twisted labyrinth,

so to reveal the the hidden man,

exposed, outlined in the light.

But, sometimes, still,

the villain escapes

by a singular act of self deceit.

He turns his back to the light,

squeezes his eyes shut,

returns himself to the comfort of the night,

to the false surety of darkness.