A jesting world
Nesting beneath
A veil of ignorance,
Sensing the comeuppance
Yet washing hands
Of facts bearing fruit,
For what use
Are mummified truths
Cradled deep within
The bosom of the cosmos,
When but the next blink
Can lead straight
To the very next
Comforting conceit?
"A jesting world
Nesting beneath
A veil of ignorance,"
Superb beginning lines, Holden.
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Holden Moncrieff
Wed 23rd Oct 2024 20:36
Thank you so much, Manish, your kind comment means a lot! 😊