I don’t know why or how
the certainty arises,
the absolute knowing
of how all this works,
the deep, unshakeable
conviction in one’s theories,
insights and realizations.
I don’t know why or how
the certainty dissolves
leaving convictions and beliefs,
truths and absolutes
dispersing like smoke
on a windswept hill,
leaving only vague memories
of the comfort and security
they once bestowed.
I don’t know why or how
the need to know
and the knowing itself
evaporated, leaving me
stranded on this windswept hill,
alive to the currents of air,
the faraway views,
the blessed ground
beneath my feet,
and very,
very, little else.

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