Truth is the fish...

​truth.

Ever Jeckylling, Hyding, Heckling and hiding again,
Ever present and effervescent the yin and yang ping pong of karmic tug-of-war.
Furrows in my brow that you could walk a twelve ox team through…
Maddening, the tensions of right trying to pull wrong into alignment with its proper place amongst the stars.
“So hard, this dark horse I dare”,
Like a black leather belt stretched taut between the clenched teeth of two angry sumo,

this truth

Never strikes twice in the same place; never steps twice on the same piece of water.

Truth is the fish you try to catch while wearing mittens and staring at the sun.