Of course I can't be certain. Are you?
Certainty dies a slow death
Perched on the tip of a pinheadcertainty dies a slow death
it exhales in fits of antithesis
like a butterfly fixed on display
Its life was always ambivalent
an alleged myth of shared perception
and now like droplets of mercury
relativity splatters the truth
Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2012-01-23 at 07:29
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