there's a way in which honesty,
like sustainability, like kindness,
is mostly a yearning; language's whole purpose
is to describe how it cannot hold
the world and we, taking
our finely cut prisms of mind
on these walks, these crystals we've polished
so long and sharp, can only play
with the colors shone at us, can only
light others by our facets
with shine so opposite shadow
it is the same, liquid projections hungry
for any truths mythic, meaning gone,
and igneous.