I wish I could tell you the truth

but there is no truth to tell

and no words to tell the untruth with

just silence

and the noise nothing makes

when it's compressed to a singularity

of a compressed nothing

a nada, if you will

to tell you the truth would be a great leap for me

or a tiny step

depending on your definition of truth

mine is simple, direct and to the point

summed up in one word… illogical

but for me

in my vast headspace of nothingness and so much less

I cannot lie

but only because I have no truth

and as I know no truth

I have no lie to tell

this, of course, is a lie

since knowing no truth is no barrier against lying

I could lie… I could lie right know

I just wouldn't know that

ignorance is such a rickety piece of bliss

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