Surety

Surety
by dan ankers


Surety is blurry
And words can be disturbing
I wish I knew, or could pretend
Like others seem to do
But not if you ask them
I seem to look past them
And if I do, it's only because I'm wondering too
Only words can be blurry
Disguising insecurity, alarmingly harming me
With their deceptive surety
Which, if seen psychologically
Is hogwash, categorically
And cannot be distinguished
From noises
Alluringly
Set to the sounds
Bells, wind-chimes, nice rhymes, symphonies
Man-made creations, set to rhythms of human impurity
Ensnaring the masses
With all manner of
Buffoonery

When there is so much out here to be discovered
It's sad really
And when you're looking at the big picture
Human life is little more than an offhand whisper
But precious (if flimsily wrought)
It deserves more awe and consideration than this
Than the clumsy words we carelessly toss
Like logs into the fireplace of human kind
So are these ideas and thoughts
Which cannot even begin match
The wonder of my own mind
Which, itself, is at a loss