In awe with rock sturdy of truth

While befits its valued desire

Yet, abhors sound immutable of truth

While defies its wicked want

Hates perilous waves of a lie

While being artfully fooled

Yet, wears its repulsive rags

While it suits its self-serving occasion

Adulates splendor of truth

While truth exposes its skill

Yet, detests resonance of truth

While opposes its corrupt stand

Extols opulence of truth

While favors its arduous labor

Yet, shrinks from its penetrating Eye

While throws light on its wounding flaws

Stays mulishly unmoved and defiant

While reproved by voice thunderous of truth

Yet, remains opposing and at odds

While truth is eloquently silent

Under foolery of lesser evil

Confines art of self-indulgence

Divine afflatus misreads as its own percipience

At all times remains in useless fever

Slaves away in its woeful blindness.

(Inspired by The Confessions of Saint Augustine)