Poem

Conspiracy Theory

Think.
Certain patterns emerge.
Here and there can always be linked.
Clues will be withheld, so guess again.
Timing is everything.
When comes next to how
and where is very helpful.
Isn’t there complicity in proximity?
The sharp edges of vision
get us to the grocery store,
but are of no help
in looking behind, below
where reasons live
crowded in a dark hold.
What is intended?
There are so many starting points.
Why don’t we know?
The world works without us
and could fail us
without further notice.
Who rolls the dices?
(Somebody knows something!)
Close your eyes,
what starts as a whisper
can become a sing-along and
the pattern of the certain
can feel divined.

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