A truth that believes
A truth that believes
it is the whole of the truth
Is a poison.
There are ghosts
In the dark, draughty attics
Believe themselves
Kings
Who are owed.
But it is not so.
A point of view
Draped
Over a few seconds
Is not, for sure,
To be relied upon
To define an aeon
Nor a purpose
Nor a good yarn.
All philosophy
Summed up and sundered:
The raven, sharp-eyed
And hungry
From his cliff nest
At break of day.
Expectant
Of
Nothing.
simonhlilly 
simon, enduring the wretched campaigns for president in this country, we certainly have been presented with poisonous “truths.” but to be honest (not that it is easy to be honest), we get the truth that we deserve. we could all emulate the raven’s example. — michael
exactly!!