Toni Orban Poet Quatrain

Three Faces Philosophy

Three Faces Philosophy


What keeps the certainty,
The “solid” floor underfoot,
Which physics has taught me 
Not to trust,

Or the tautness of my skin 
Holding me in?
Taught me naught 
Where I begin,

Or end
And in the end, is the reward 
The Knowledge, the prize,
The secret of this mystery of
Life?


Mired in the supposed toil 
To an extent we must, we must,
Growing old countenances 
Labor under the force of gravity,
To deny our return to dust,
We exist sad beneath fantastic disguises.

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