“and if I woke I never knew it”
The secret to prediction
Lies locked behind the same door
That opens for metaphor:
Imagine similar same.
The sun will rise tomorrow.
The tendency to recur
Is the subtlest form of change.
Life’s compulsion to exploit
That subtlety gave us time,
Our most perfect metaphor,
Approachable only by
Other metaphors.
But the purest prediction’s
Never the change in itself.
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