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This isn’t maths —
perhaps it is
a collapse
of certainties.
Perhaps it can’t
configure planes,
yet it can cloud
our blue remains
so when we fall
as rain will do,
nothing fails
to carry through.
Source: Poetry (May 2012).
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SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, The Mind, Time & Brevity
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