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Predictions work in twists of what makes life workable
High and often misconstrued by the dogma of science
Lies and damned lies and statistics for the insecure
Foes foretold surprise when the blindfolds shed masks
In the light of darkness mascara and games people play

Tim’s Persona crumbles in silent pantomime and retreat

Always expect the unexpected when perfection looms
In imperfect strands where blinkers insinuate the truth

Tim is no stranger to holding his own and protects
Narratives projects drama and seems ahead of play
While misaligned misperceptions fissure at the guise

Essence derives not from chess boards’ checkered moves
Onto which shutters are closed and hang dithered in threads
As they exude the rancid smell of droppings and worms

Sweet perfumed uncertainty embraces his complex intriguing mind
Of withering constructs conjectures and blossoming refutation

‘What if all my promising steadfast premises are incorrect’
It finally beckons ‘what if and if not conjunctions divert’

Tim meets with doubt at the heart of existence and opens
A door just slightly merely turning some hinges and the
Whole house of cards and hot poker pierces him in straight
In blinding ocular motion and settles on third eye’s precognition 

He thinks again and therefore he seems to ‘Cogito ergo sum’
And yet the sum of all parts coils in widening curves
Makes him speechless in awe of his ignorant knowledge

Fibonacci Spirals enlighten a Golden Mean of reason
And emotion but the constant remains that he still cannot
Factor every quarter turn and half screwed resistance

But it does not matter why kindness trust faith and the power
Of natural causes supersede arrested insanity and delusion

Dreams and aspirations of Royal Flushes succumb to epiphany
A bit like Archimedes in his bathtub washed clean of flotsam
And jetsam the same and Tim quietly whispers Eureka while
Nevertheless he feels like a newly born Hermit of Tarot

He does not pretend to have any clue how the Universe manages
To guide him once Chronos open the cracks towards Kairos
Of opportune time and significance to discard his self-assured
Demons and treasons of the Past as the moment unfolds Future

Lo and not Beheld Tim emerges after all his devious shackles
Stray to fall at the wayward wayside hitting the center of All

An unquestioned life is one not worthy of living at all while
The inquest of cross examinations continues step by weary step
And enquiry is the only valid reliable answer and loyal companion


A New Year message written on December 26th 2018


Dedicated to Professor Emma Ruttkamp-Bloem of Pretoria University who opened my eyes and Universe
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