The Unknowable

The more i sought uncertainty, the more i was forced to see my own life as something corralled into a conceivable and continuous wad. Poets are drawn to the unknowable because it is there that we might test and reckon with our machinery,. It would be dishonest not to acknowledge that theory and philosophy have not so much changed my life as shown it to me. Gratitude and deference do not cover it, but they will have to do. If i have anything to add, then it comes from the back of that vast pelaton. I am happy to be sentimental about it.