West of invective

At times I weary

All this invective burning

I’m charred and hollow

Truths sought 

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p style=”font-family:’Helvetica Neue’, Arial, sans, sans-serif;”>Seeking out the truth

Truth

Truth, laying hidden
In plain site, floating
Upon the spring breeze,
Raging winter storm
Or Autumn’s fallen
Leaves. Grasping
Hold of each sense,
Each sensibility, until
Reality becomes
Distilled down to
Bassest elements,
Life’s rawest truth.