Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

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What I Know

A fact appears on my screen,
recited as if gospel
pixels light on the road to Damascus.

I imagine myself a skeptic,
quite discerning, not easily led,
a scientist of the heart rather than a fool;
but when I have listed
the things I take on faith, and
the things I take on fancy,
I find that a child at play
knows more about reality than I.

When I get up, worried, at dawn,
I pause to ask myself
how much do I really know?
I realize in that coldest light,
that I do not know what
I do not know.
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