to me, the truth looks like a bullseye.
a series of rings, each smaller than the next
(it is disproportionate and shifts with the sun)
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the bullseye center is the sacred or uplifted...it is unchanging. you are a poet when you hear voices in you. it is very often divine voice...... be careful not to mix up with the worldly voices.. a fine poem dear poet. tony
Dear Vonnie, such a good poem....10++++