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2004-11-04 | | Submited by Lory Cristea
Uncertainty is the path I travel
the path to freedom.
Uncertainty is the horse I ride
that gallops through the field
of all possibilities.
Uncertainty is the wallet
I stash in my back pocket,
stuffed with credit cards
from banks with no capital.
Uncertainty is the pen which writes
my life as I live it
as it carries me along.
Uncertainty is my lover,
bright woman of mystery,
her rolling hips enticing
me onward--and upward!
Uncertainty lies just beneath
the surface of our mundane lives,
it inhabits our habits, it
unstitches the careful weave
we've given our day,
it pulls the thread and
shows us thereby the true
direction of our lives,
shows us their singularity.
Uncertainty is our truest friend,
our most loyal companion,
our wife, our spouse, our
boon companion, our sidekick, pardner, our
priest and confessor, our moral
movie producer and director,
the impresario of our daily lives.
Uncertainty, I embrace you today
this moment, and sorrow over
my infidelities with Certainty, she,
who in the end
always betrayed me.
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