Thursday 14 January 2010

The only known.

Fortune tellers leave little to chance, and even
Less to the damaged hands of fate; discussed
With neither, immune to both, discriminating
Only towards their own affairs. Acclimated to the
Laws of reality, which seldom deal with the spoils
Of probability, and dismiss the certainty of
Ambivalence as easily as they efface the soothsayers’
Windings. And with acknowledgement of ages lost,
And tools used for deception, existence leaves the
Certitudes of the yet to come to the interests of
Wagers made, and therefore the canvassers of
Things unformed have time to spare for details
Generally requested, and profiting the most;
Allowing glimpses generic to the breed, whilst
Distracting people from specifics. Not ideal for the
Purchaser, but then they do not deserve to be
Served otherwise if they seek their fate and faith in
Shaded lenses instead of eyes more vitreous. What
To understand other than oneself can one go
For; endeavor passing or future poison cannot hope
To find a splinter to exploit for incubation once left
In no doubt about their relative positions. Only those
Who do not trust their own auguries suffer the words
Of sages for their faineance; reliant upon the vanity
Of bought things from the worn mouths of widows
Withholding the wealth of debt from deaths
Inevitable sweep.

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