There are presuppositions (a priori, so they say),
which are all the whole foundation of our view.
They seem axiomatic and not subject to decay,
well, that is, unless unfolded for review.
For since they are accepted without proof of any kind,
and because there is a slew from which to choose,
I sometimes interchange them with each other in my mind
so that now I’m nothing surer than confused.
You can’t look underneath them for there’s nothing there to find;
they’re suspended in the ether of “beats me,”
pure articles of faith that are selected and combined
and become the roots of why we disagree.
I choose to mix and match them like a random hand of cards,
though it makes my whole perspective jerk and skew.
It’s vertigo and motion and reality in shards:
metamorphic never-formed subjective view.
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