What shapes the certain, never undone?
The tongue stumbles where logic fails,
“Absolutely certain”—twice the weight.
A thought repeats to show its face,
Clocks never mark a “timeless moment,”
Storms don’t bring skies “unexpectedly gray.”
Do we fear the silence of precision,
Or find comfort in doubled assurance?
Seek a “final conclusion,” taut and still,
Or chase “added bonuses” of fleeting joy.
From “safe havens” to “true facts” given,
The mind arrays what it need not bind.
Where language mirrors our fragile trust,
Emphasis rings like a cracked refrain.
We lace our speech with mirrored tones,
Afraid the naked truth won’t suffice.