Carrying us along,
Rec'gnized by some, though oft incorrectly,
In reports, chat and song,
For the future's not something to be told,
No story's that complete,
Oh god, let me never know what is next,
For I'd resist it with tenacity!
My need for the unknown would override,
Any establishment,
Plus, the minute details knowledge contains,
Would test my temperment.
Then there is love,
The enemy of fact,
Living in gaps 'tween rotting real'ty,
Flourishing from the certainty it lacks.
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