And So It Shall Be for All Time

Those who know their pasts
Best have the best chance
To guess well what’s next.
That’s all there’s to it—
Truth, faith, math, the rest.

Tea leaves may not work.
Notes on rain and death
May work well. Keep count
And learn to work counts.
It’s still art, at best.

At best, you can learn
How good is your guess,
Can prep for what fails,
Learn when to be bold
And when to hold back,

When to go all in,
When to hedge your bets.
At best, you’ll be wrong
A bit less and less.
If you want to claim

You know a true thing,
A thing that stays true,
A truth that binds all,
Stick to what can’t be
Known and write a poem.