A Certainty That Facts Exist
       

On the bare counter a glass
half-empty drinks sunlight,

sends prisms, morse code
no one bothers to rehearse.

On returning to the kitchen,
I thought, said the maid

to faux balding personages,
the room was afire. There is

beauty and there is destruction,
QED, said the journalist

when the ruckus abated. Our job
is to know the difference.

Nothing remained of evidence,
nor nothing to quench our thirst.

       (The title comes from the prose writing of René Magritte)

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