Without Certainty

I’m sitting at my wooden
table it’s a thrown
to kneel before and watch

sunsets explore deplore
light across surfaces of stone

creak creak creak
goes the floor above me

sneakers of what it costs
to pay to watch over a dangerous criminal

type of window pane
no one wants to look out of
except if anyone gets the chance of becoming old and gray

in here it’s uncertain as to weather
the knot
will untangle from its tooth-pick cadaver
maggots of the daily tooth-brush live on

but it isn’t certainty light is after
is it

nope

it’s the simplicity of a line
it’s what can pass through anything

and remain unharmed

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