The Truth-
I am an octopus
carried up and down in truth
an unborn child immersed
with no need to speak of
the truth

who has truth conjoined with proof?
they don't rhyme well except
for impatient men, for them
proof is of the past, there has been a test
now truths in the pocket
tumble safe as coins

look up to the blackboard
constellations to be named
plough, macaw, rhishi, which will you say?
step outside to move within
a snowstorm of planets, comets
and coming closer, bullets

the truth-
you are a proud lionfish
feel a drift to the east or west
move in your element in truth
within sensible limits
no further