Cursed blessing 21 (Excerpt) “ Everything that can be worded, Can be woven with reality” That is but a fact, And one sole truth, in poetry. Whether you know of that, Or an inkling is what you have; You are but a lone king, He who has conquered its entirety. For poetry is but a lie —  A lie you can’t willingly deny. For lie is truth itself, And truth that is hard to believe. Lie is that comfort in which, Truth cannot argue, nor foresee. " (Facade)