Throw Something at Twilight

Verbatim. I will repeat
a note from the unknown. No one knows
the truth. Creativity faints in the cauldron.

Can you destroy the ism?
A lie becomes a transgender enduring
the swaying brain fog.

Like the butterflies a short
span to live. The moral failure
wins, You lied the predator will eat grass.

Everybody repeats what he heard about truth or speaks with his own creative imagination about the Unknown. But twilight is the half truth one understands.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003