Uncertainty

This is what uncertainty is like.

Facts packed dense in more than one sense,
Cordials of reason encrypted in honeycomb,
A poetry of parallax;
All rhythm, all rhyme.
This is what uncertainty is like.
When a fact is two things,
Like two small children, the wainscot and a crayon.
They know their mother loves them;
They know she also loves the wall.
This is what uncertainty is like.