Certainty.

We walk through the land of the certain.

We cascade through days

Like it's

Nothing.

And oh, we are certain

Of what we feel

And positive of

Nothing

When certainty breaks

Like glass.

And I, the viper

And he, the snail

And I, the butterfly

And he, the bear.

We know of everything

Until the dawn

When proportion is

Nothing.

And feeling is

Everything

But feeling shifts like

the

Flicker of streetlights

In Amsterdam

And Country Gables.

So I, the child

And he, the adult

And I, machine

And he, the operator.

Dizzy up the lines

Like it's

Nothing

Oh, certainty is

Nothing.

~Rachel~