Monday, January 25, 2016

Dark Night of That Perfect

Firm belief is like a daylight boat
with leaks as wide as nighttime skies
and wild conspiracies are always born
because the boat is always sinking.

Such a world of constant
doubt is always quick to point
a finger at some other rather than
the mystery enveloping the moon.

Other than being, nothing is known,
and all alleged knowledge is
a theoretical house of cards
collapsing into being that unknown.

In the dark night of that perfect
clarity of space, coyotes howl,
who hears and no one listens.

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