the uncertainty
which never changes;
it keeps perfect
pace with us, like horizons
do while driving,
never even swerving
from our center
of attention,
but never for
one second conceding
to be caught.
Does this conceit
intrigue you,
or does it only leave
you more distraught?
Remember:
the next question you ask
could be your last,
and the answer
that comes through
may be
addressed to you,
but of course, perhaps
it may not.
