Blurry

The light in your room
Could go any time.
Probably it won’t

Anytime soon, but
It could. People lurch
In the dissonance

Between preparing
For what could happen
And knowing it won’t

Likely. Likelihood
Structures decisions
That loathe likelihood.

There’s a wire in there,
Somewhere, connecting
This contradiction

To how easily
Some people will rage
At other people

And loudly insist
They’re telling the truth.
Seems unbearable

For some to not have
Greater certainty,
So unbearable

They’ll insist they do,
Insist enemies
Love to blur the truth.