The City of Truth

The Philosopher's City

Ivory Tower on the hill

What use is an attack here? 

What plane could be used to breach these walls?

The residents persist

Some dream and some wander

Some stew, some spend days in joy

All of these paths are available to be walked

It is in part a matter of choice as to which are

Truth rings throughout

Saturating words and even glances

Truth forms walls and weapons, food and drink

Each lie threaded has purpose, all but known

And secrets have no place with its people

An enemy is best suited

For teaching one to build strong walls

Once walls are erected

So those who make it past these walls

Are treated with honor

And those with similar hearts

Are offered a seat

They are worth their keep

These keepers of the wall, in strength

So few and far between

A city built on the cornerstone will not fall.

Let me never shrink from truth

When God comes, let me see

And as Nineveh, repent

And as Evan remain and adapt

Our strength is in our flexibility

Position held though walls strengthened

By shifting as required, their truer form revealed

I, as a man, have claimed my ground

We, as a city, are found ever closer to the truth

With each pass, reinforced

Come ye honest seekers

Do not mill around the gates as fools might

Claiming victory, claiming they have breached

In this realm hollowness shatters

Subterfuge and inhibition crumble

Even in mercy or kindness, shattered

Though as a jigsaw puzzle might

Consider deeply your approach, hone your edge

Bear your sword and I will bear mine

Be prepared to duel, once festivities are finished

Be prepared to feast, once dueling is through

But claim not victory where there is none

For you will find yourself to have been dreaming

Awake and still outside the walls