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Feb 2012
And all around me I see
doubt
rip the world to ribbons
let us see what is certain
if nothing is left,
well,
that is a certainty of itself.

Ergo sum.
I am.
The Latin set of words is also
the name of God,
I still wonder
if the two are the same.

But what is left?
Doubt the word of others
doubt what you see, hear, feel,
doubt that three sides make up a
triangle, because God could very
well just be ******* with you.

But at least you’ll know
the mind is more easily known
than the body.
Written by
Blake Bumpus
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