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Mar 2023
Fog of
uncertainty.
Eyes open.
It begins.
Seeing
what can
be seen.
Knowing
what
can be
known.
Limited,
confused
existence.
Haze all
around.
Programmed.
Filled with
nonsense.
Primitive
beliefs.
Interacting
all,
confusion
cont­orts.
Look around.
Not much
making sense.
Mayhem
passing
through.
Peering
through
a sheer.
Uncertainty
expounds.
Truth
lacking.
Existence
but a
myth!
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
62
     irinia and Thomas W Case
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