An Unbearable Certitude
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Nothing carries an unbearable certitude,
Like a line of sight going nowhere-
The map delineated, all in blank;
No need to move, no need to think.
No more has such a pitiful sound,
Like time that has trammeled backwards,
Where nothing is waiting, thoughtless and still-
While watching the reeling horizons break.
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