Certainty
Isn't truth framed irony?
Muddy, bloody and feisty!
Feel then that strange certainty
Anchor deep uncertainty
To know this paradox then
Is to glimpse the truth just when
You must unshackle your chains
Forged by your own craft of pain
Love is the wisest pleasure
A treasure beyond measure
But the road you take breaks you
No matter what you now do
Discern knowing that comes through
Yes that sacrifice heals you
Your earthly passage through time
A sojourn in space that chimes
Certainty abides in change
How is this moment so strange?
Leon Enriquez
21 September 2017
Singapore
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