Truth is the creative end,
a famed pursuance
gained from
and used toward
another
–as though–
Great Chasing,

as though an Insipid Bane
in and for the Fey Persistence
of frayed existence,..
of Unsharpened Sense
always keen to keeping fair and full
—their history
...and writing only this;
this... just,.. dull demeanor
while the Haptic Now
know more.

On Side of End
I'd sooner err.