A truth that I constantly seek
But that which is always elusive
So far in all its forms and manifestations
Yet creating that hollow that emptiness
And by now its so much a presence
Despite all the false joys and misgivings
It escapes the clutches of time in this life
As yet just beyond the corner
Almost hidden but quite alive and well
Under all those layers and masks elaborate
The Knock of Instinct
The Cruciverbalistic Bookworm 