Dysprositos

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.