Truth's vast remainder

Truth’s vast remainder
 
I share this poem with whomever,
but be advised – the Truth is too large
 
to fit into a poem; to fit inside a human skull,
to fit within the boundaries of Existence.
 
Truth has no opposite, it being spacious
enough to also house the false
 
and this poem, like every other,
is a watered-down semblance of the Truth,
 
weak enough for human consumption.
Whatever teardrop of Reality
 
a poem might capture, it must of necessity
exclude Truth’s vast remainder.
 
O child of God, the best any poem might offer
is a novel approach to Truth’s multifaceted surface.