riddle

every answer bears a lie
trying to engage in a real
attendance forcing your very eye
into a scar within what feels
 
like a gift from far ago
where enemies did try to fright
every known thing that was left to know
to fly within an awkward night
 
out of tongue and out of sight
out of the blue onto the track
of changed time and space and sense that hide  
a psychic mind that's coming back
 
just to simply reconnect
with all the context of the world
to turn the cosmos into the lack
of what was filled by fitting words  
 
so each answer bears a lie
trying to blind and so to heal
the aching failing until we die
as oracles of how to feel