I find myself deeply disturbed
by something I recently heard
something I had to read to confirm
it seems that we just can't get there
and that filled me with great despair
boils down to the fact we always turn

in spite of all our best attempts
our straight lines remain ever bent
we always circle back to the start
we strain to see but it's futile
our understanding's infantile
that we'll never know is the hardest part

this shouldn't even bother me
inconsequential as can be
a new cure to a long dead patient
has no bearing on my surrounds
it's funny how all of this sounds
but I've never known such strict limitations

can't reconcile these vagaries
I'm trapped in this expanse of mysteries
and I've lost all certainty
no, you can't help me



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