There is no one,
no not one,
not even me,
that can be fully trusted,
for we are all,
each one,
pushed and pulled
by different forces
that defy predictability,
so we wish to mean
what we say we mean
but these forces of control
shift us to places
where we have to do
what we have to do,
and trust is the lamb
and expediency the knife.

Trust is thus rare,
like giving your word
and seeing it through.

Like saying the sun
will shine and then
the rains come.

Fides and Sancus
have told us the lie
that trust is possible
when we know it’s
not true, never was.

 

14/11/2024