The Broken Promise

Yes, I promise
that was your answer every time.
But how would trust grow
in the realm of lies, in the bitter struggle
of betrayal, in words
without weight? How?
If the truth is to be sealed,
it must be lived
in harmony with its language,
without these disharmonious
elements; like a daimon
was your anxiety for the good;
the synthesis of eternity at its extreme,
at its peak, the word
without weight.