For the Love of Truth

After a certain amount of poetry,

I began to distance myself from the beauty of poetry,

And became a lover of truth instead.

Those beautiful words and phrases,

This clever choice of words,

That carefully created metaphor,

All losing their gleam, at least momentarily,

With poet burning into philosopher

I, poet, burning with a thirst for reality

I, poet, burning with desire for the truth

I, poet, burning with love for everything that is

Thee

And to Rome then I came

 burning,

  burning,

   burning,

For love of

Thee