Truth

I don't want to reckon with this truth,
It is not truth if it flees,
Or changes when looked at,
No, it must be a rock,
One that never erodes,
No matter how fast move the hands of the clock,
Its appearance irrelevant, beauty or a bunch of toads,
Truth is not a vacuum, but its absence is,
An empty hall carrying the presence of centuries of passing souls,
Millenia change it not,
And if I catch a mere glimmer,
Then let me take my just ration.