cold dark space

as i learn more, the less i know
life is becoming more clearly opaque
more simply complicated
more harmoniously dissonant

why?
life is not dyadic
just different shades of grey
what used to be known is not, and never really was.
rather than shaking, i sit back to sip it
the taste is different
perhaps i like it
amid the chaos, it makes sense not to
predictably unpredictable
i'll drink to that.