Verisimilitude

[TheEarthIsRound]

Hello you who
Stares into this screen who
Reads the lines of this
Stinking poetry.
Truths they appear
In many different forms
They are reflected in
Many different poems.
There is never one
Truth that is the nearest
To God, to Buddha,
Whatever.
The truth it may appear
though,
In your eyes, in my ears__
This the poem that
Proves me here.
I am a man with a mirror which
Reflects nothing more than
A shape of man.
The truth is in-
The truth is out-
Here and there and everywhere
Hello you who
Stares into this screen who
are you and are you really
There?
Hello to myself who
Writes this crap who
Am I and am I really
Here?
But the truth is,
That truths they
appear in many different forms.
Hope that this writing
that stinks
The existence the presence
that is doubtful
Be one of them.