I’m starting to think it’s all been done.
We’re just lost in the middle of what was,
Which is all part of being what was.
This uncertainty is permanent, as it happens.
This uncertainty about what will happen
Stays within the heart of what happened.
The possibilities collapsing are all of them,
All the possibilities there were and none extra
As they happened to collapse,
And what we don’t know is indelibly what was,
The not knowing was certainly there and unknown,
And how lost we are lasts forever. It was. Yep. That it was.