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Stamped: 6.8.08

I suppose this poem is a great way to mark such a[n] [in]significant landmark.


degrees of uncertainty.

there's always something looming
in the vibrant air
just hoping to distort what
we hope to see there.

and such is the future--
this numerical certainty
is never what we think
we know it's going to be.

so it waits to bud
like a flower fallow
into a blooming bosom
with a cartoonish shadow.

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