Poem: You ask

You ask

how it is
they could
still think
what

they always
have

despite 
the evidence
of recent
events

and I do not
know, am not
certain.  I can
guess, 

can imagine
the way

it could seem,

or the need
for certainty
that overwhelms
even the truth.

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