Is this what Truth is:

a disguise behind words

a life hid under cloaks?

Is there no truth to be told

beyond life lived in disguise

parading behind masks

prancing 'round poles

as if a pillar of fire?

O that un-truths were vaginal:

un-poked, sewn, strapped to appear as whole!

We humans speak with twists

contrived nuances chiseled into lies.

But we are what we are:

broken, bent, contorted

hiding behind godness

lest we meet God

and drop our props of importance

bearing Truth because She's more  pure

than any money at hand

or the fecal stench exciting our bowels.

Truth seeks to breathe free

that lies by strangulation will die.

The noble speakers' task will be

to pursue Truth that She'll run free.

*Words of Richard Rodriguez:

-I describe in Brown how an American Indian was not allowed to impersonate himself precisely because the Puritans at the university I attended, Stanford, insisted that they knew what reality was and that reality only had one face.  The Puritan impusle for me is an attempt to find clarity or even the handprint of God within history in a way that does not admit to the unpredictable or even the playful.  It is strongest precisely in those areas in our culture where we think we are free of color, free of Puritanism.  I have described the sexual excesses of the gay community in San Francisco  in the 1970s as very Puritan, and in many ways there was this kind of sexlessness to all the sexual license. It was not joyful.  It was manic.  It was an attempt to identify as gay in a way that our Puritan ancestors would have acknowledged - being one thing to the exclusion of being other things.  The idea that as a homosexual man, I can write in ways that are not homosexual, that I have other doors in the hallway of my imagination, remains very puzzling to a number of gay Puritan friends of mine.  They would call it a kind of oppression, because I do not see everything through one lens.

-In 1492 when the Indians saw the Spanish galleons on the horizon, they did not run to their ethnic studies departments in fear.  They came to the edge of the water to wait.  In the history of ideas, there is no more moving, no more touching moment than that, that strangers, complete and utter strangers, would not be afraid of each other but would be drawn by their differences.

-...the love of God - the message of Christ - is all about breaking boundaries and mixing.