The unknown
Is opening a piece of me
A potential rising
Just right
Of my left brain
I ignored the ripples
In philosophy class
Consumed instead with matter
And letters
That chair exists
I am a person
But now
My incertainty fills
The balloon of doubt
Swelling
With a nihilistic knowledge
I/it can barely contain
There are facts,
Swimming
Bursting
In unproven absolutes
I am drenched
With the possibility
Of nothingness.
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