to speak truth

turn to your right, cough

to your left, sing

in the middle, speak truth

but understand

truth is a complex affair

a paradox, a well-guarded secret

you must thread a needle

with your soul

to come close to it

and to voice it

climb a mountain

of mountains

to a sun made

of suns

better to just sing your joy

or at very least

cough your misery

that's as close to truth

as most of us 

will ever get