When obfuscation rears its particularly
gnarly head, it seems I have a choice,
to believe or disbelieve.
Too often, at least for my own
good, I have believed those
who are supposed to be in the know-
not yet suspecting that the vowels
and consonants they project, might
not even contain small morsels of truth.
Maybe a far better tack to take,
is to let disbelief be the bearer
of all that I hear, up until the moment-
that I seek clarification, as to whether
the one speaking is operating from the same
set of data that I am.
For now, I choose from this time forward,
to keep flying high above the vessel
that is me- the flag of clarification.