An Unbearable Certitude Poem by Patti Masterman

An Unbearable Certitude



Nothing carries an unbearable certitude,
Like a line of sight going nowhere-
The map delineated, all in blank;
No need to move, no need to think.

No more has such a pitiful sound,
Like time that has trammeled backwards,
Where nothing is waiting, thoughtless and still-
While watching the reeling horizons break.

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