a haiku poet suddenly uncover the truth

 a haiku poet suddenly uncover the truth

the light is fading 

it’s then that you realise

suddenly isn’t

a sudden insight

the realisation of facts

suddenly it is

obvious

can you not see it now

ask the blue moon

not a rare event

this circulation event

hysterically 

history seems just 

to be his story of events

not the facts at all

one seems alone

suddenly is exposed

as an aloneness 

realisation

has no friends in the mob

the noise is everything

hailing the quayside 

not one lanyard is thrown

not one lifebelt 

the cataract 

around the overflow 

is draining sense

misinformation 

is the torch they are bearing

that lightens the fuse

that it is seemingly

the nature of naturalness

his the only way 

the gainsayers 

are reeds bending in the wind

indicators of the flow

roots in the deep pool

they draw on the effluvia

to record in time

how suddenly was

not at all sudden but the slow

turning in the current

going with the flow

that in time will never change

the flow of events

it is a true fish

that swims against the flow

that breathes in truth

that spawns that truth

in the tributaries of minds

that slowly question

what watershed is this

from which fetid lava flows 

not the dews of truth

then and only then

do the tectonic plates of time

choke off the volcano

that they have created 

in the friction of the likeminded

spat as a spigot

the bigots succumb

to the sudden lightening 

of a gentle touch

the diffusion of

truth that defuses in time

and the end becomes 

the new beginning 

that the storm lantern has been lit

by the torch of truth

and the dreaded tomb

has entombed the dreaded ogre

and all of his mob

suddenly just in time

you realise that suddenly

never was the way

it was all a dream 

that time has wiped the slate clean

as it always does

suddenly slowly speaks sense