A question of reality.
Is anything known,
beyond the shadow of a doubt?
Can anyone be,
knowledgeable about,
anything in this world,
or out?
Is anything known,
as one set truth?
Or are all things,
like the Fountain of Youth?
Illusive in character,
like the aging of youth?
I see it this way,
You see it another,
She sees it differently,
Than her punitive brother.
Can all be right,
Or are they some other?
What is the world,
and can it be known?
From a scientists chair,
or bishop’s throne?
Can it be known?
or will it remain unknown?
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