Sunday, March 9, 2014

Zeteticism Skepticism

Zeteticism
Whatever savants say,
the world is flat, not round;
the ships that crowd the bay
are for its limit bound.
Their cargoes likewise, all
consigned to one address,
at the world’s waterfall
plunge into nothingness.
The brightwork, the white sails
unfurled against the sky,
the million knots and nails
for such a voyage, why?

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