When anchors firm to tribes doth tie the soul, And passions drive the heart beyond belief, To shifting sands of kin and team, we roll, And cybernetic threads weave brief relief. Truth’s transient dance oft fades from earnest speech, In fleeting frames of what is deemed as real, Through shared discourse, we grasp, and thus we reach, A woven world from which our truths unseal. Not realms agnostic lie beyond our sight, But shared constructs in language do we find, For mammal needs and human social rite, Through verbal threads, our common fate we bind. Yet fear I that the claim of truth’s domain, May seed the ground where power’s roots sustain.
