Nature
There seems to be great confusion,
That nature provides in it's place.
As such rules become obtuse,
And often difficult to face.
It seems clarity finds hazy corners,
That reality observes beyond the bend.
When interpretations and explanations,
Become diffused and difficult to spend.
This chaotic blend lends to division,
With separate facts in their support.
While structure buckles under the pressure,
And rational misgivings, are left to report.
These multiple visions share in the cost,
When no focus seems likely to repair.
Leading to a variety of conclusions,
And what is real, is in despair.
The tragic casualty in this arena is truth,
Remaining hidden and obscured.
Since it's only natural for us to differ . . .
Yet what is lost, is less assured.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2022
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