is the truth like checkmate?

is the truth like checkmate?
said penitent to priest
and by what brute or subtle force
released to propagate?

beyond the brasswork filigree
behind a pause to contemplate
he rolled his eyelids up halfway
and breathed to his capacity

and this is what he answered me

we move without a central tether
manifolds, not points, of view
there’s no more univalent truth
than universal weather

To glide apart
To decohere
To vanish under scrutiny
I am to life as I am to art

is the truth a pendulum
slicing through harmonic circles?
tracing verity forever
orbiting a final sum

orbiting a final sum