From what do you believe truth is derived?

 

 It was a random question posited by someone on the internet. 

   So I chose out of a sense of purest respect to write the following

  Verse so to speak as a concerted response given the caveat >insert

Latin / etc. denomination clarifying spiritus contra la problema here< 'deadpan onymous,' detachment / possession, state of granting innocence  5th amendment silence remains the golden means of survival 

 

It's no coincidence then that silence remains

the soundtrack of our lives for who are we

at all if not the fittest who managed to survive

  Let's unpack this  question.  {keeping in mind

the caveat, that in deciding to respond in the privacy

of my domain, the opportunity for the questioner's response gets denied. However I tried to scroll back to find the original post

 Alas, I could not, hence this one-sided reflection 

 of what I believe was an excellent question.}

First, the assertion that there's a derivation that could qualify. Then, the notion that auxiliary verbs could help, when we know that they don't, so forget the idea of belief, whether in nothing or otherwise.  

Are you really in the process of doing it?  

I conclude with the beginning, from what, the source

of the derivation?  This is a trick question. 

   No one in their right absence of mind  

  would fall for it, the very notion reeks 

 of patriarchal autocratic defimination 

but I digress … there would have to be

a conviction that self even exists, much less

 be gifted with the power to believe

what appears to be the truth, anyhow

 was a question asked over a bowl of sand

 left rippled into dunes by the wind 

like the long shadow cast by the setting

flaming, double edged sword 

as if there could be a metaphorical analog

to smithing tools, hammers, anvils and forges

or that which remains unknown could be cloaked

 in a symbolic firmament, a significant sigil 

Whatever remains the truth doesn't necessarily

have to have issued from anything because

 wrapped in eternity's guise there'd be no way

of telling the tale unless it were repeated

so many times and forgotten while being lost

along the flowing route of the signals carried

away into the distant event horizon

where it gets swallowed by the blackest holes

I don't exist enough to fulfill a belief which

might get granted, maybe a reflexive form of defense

shielding from the dreaded invisible sheared off razor

icicle obsidian edged blade winking starlight

blinding me into the power of belief which happens to

possesses me on occasion to try and attempt 

a response to questions like this 

only to be reminded that more often than not 

the questions themselves are at fault for lack

of a broader context in which to relatively 

balance out the equation, you know what 

I'm saying, to which thankfully, as far as I can see

there's no need for us to worry since any delusion 

our psyches can conjure may serve as the placebo 

to lose ourselves in the mirrored labyrinth 

echoed through the passages of our perception. 

I mean, that's just the story of our life. We must

ask ourselves if its really true with no one else to answer. I don't expect this response to fulfill the whole question but I do hope beyond faith that it points in the right direction. 

by shaun lawton