the more we think
we've got it
figured out,
the less we expect
the next
day—hour—
minute
to grift
our rube souls
with a wink
and a smile.
See now: how even
the light—
which we're pretty sure
is permanent—
is not
without guile—
pretending
which we're pretty sure
is permanent—
is not
without guile—
pretending
as it does
to always stand
still.
to always stand
still.