The need to know pulls at the seam you keep leaning in to see what it means You hold it up to the light check the grain, check the print if it folds under pressure it was never built to be real You sift the claim for the nail, for the trace watch what stays on the table when the polished words wash away Truth leaves a mark not a halo, not a glow just the cold, plain evidence of what still stands after the noise The need to know pulls at the seam you keep leaning in to see what it means You hold it up to the light check the grain, check the print if it folds under pressure it was never built to be real You sift the claim for the nail, for the trace watch what stays on the table when the polished words wash away Truth leaves a mark not a halo, not a glow just the cold, plain evidence of what still stands after the noise
