Notes on Uncertainty

What is nobler than a conscious mind,
where eternal truths and reflections you find?
Yet he who bears this most revered curse,
longs for death when all thoughts unwind. 

How can mystery share with knowledge an oath?
The pathos of romance is the desire for both.
He who wishes for a prosaic life,
tethered at the rite of the common strife. 

Infinite are the perils for wandering eyes,
where darkness enchants with a bitter woe.
No return from this sacrificial plight;
no warmth from a comforting ode.

His dearest friends from the graves spoke truths,
of the ethereal certainty he extolled in ruth.
Learned is he to praise the wind and the earth,
yet in torment his heart with uncertainty flirts. 

Published in: on 19/01/2016 at 4:25 AM  Leave a Comment  

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