Simple Truth

My word is simple: No higher pointing No festering heart. Who speaks with sincerity knows a clean truth. Like broth without fat but yet surprised by a sudden richness. It comes with a yawn At times with repose. Not a lazy embrace but as intentional as a fierce eye that catches in the day and in the night. The owl flinches at my own conviction that my life's tilt leans not on conventional truths but clear impressions. Again, my truth is simple here's an apple for you to chew.