The landscape shifts within the skull,
A silent tremor, deep and vast.
Where once conviction stood so full,
A fragile doubt is growing fast.
The well-worn paths of thought diverge,
New vistas open, stark and bright.
What yesterday did fiercely urge,
Today feels shrouded in pale light.
The anchors dropped in certainty's bay,
Now strain against a rising tide.
Ideas once held in firm array,
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