The Mantle of Truth

Before the start

blended with letters,

there was a mantle

the gravures showed

that weaved once was,

burnt all that once was

by hands thousands

,believed as truth

by minds millions,

to ashes of ideas

by heart, one

nest of science.

In the beginning

science tried the same,

mistaken by darkness

filled with unseen particles,

it has been given anima

and behavior of chaos itself.

In white and red

they painted patterns,

lines and curves

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of hypnotic nature.

Embodied in the mantle

there was a contest,

the actions of a people

who could believe,

who dared with their minds

that only one order prevailed.

To contemplate the unseen

that none else was able to be

Working apart

they theorized.

The weavers saw

the imperfection was

conflicts raised

by the human hands

from the mantle of life

created to contain truth.

A idea appeared

before the end.

One that could fill all

reunited weavers ,

and in one single creature,

with all their beautiful patches

combined the ideas and lines,

decided to work together and finish

filled with power and resolution,

the mantle that seemed still so empty

The idea was a single god

that never stopped.

But the creator

After the end,

together of its creatures,

they managed to cover

the tailored corruption infect.

The mantle that once looked

From peace white, the finest silk ,

empty and full of possibilities

turned into meaningless dark rope

with undistinguished broderies.

The order had changed

To follow the horizon.

Vertical and horizontal lines

seemed nothing but empty

And still could be used as

the thread to compose