True

Because he was not true,

He could not find his North.

Because she was not true,

She walked in agitated diagonals.

Each tried in frustrating lengths,

Of time, energy and great emotion

To approach the direction of

Change.

Which seemed to sweep aside like a

Migrant, rip tide wave,

Whenever a moment of clarity

Appeared in golden, hovering quarks -

The particles formed only a whisper,

To tease them on toward an ever changing

Moment of delusion

Because they were not true.