The Fickleness Of Knowing
I used to know that I knew
Yet these things
I now know that I didn't know
And thus
Is the fickleness of knowing
Bryan Johns
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
A short poem
I used to think
That there may be a god.
Then for a time
I knew him.
Now I'm convinced
This god is not real.
So all my life
I've been alone.
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