The Hamlet Project

There is absolutely no better way to say “I knew it!”
Deep down
Beyond consciousness
The soul is telling all kinds of prophetic secrets.
Things that couldn’t really be true but of course are.
Of course, we can know all kinds of untrue things too.
I thought I knew exactly the right place to go for grad school.
I knew that if I tried hard enough, I would find a way to live in London.
Both these knowings of my prophetic soul
Were decidedly incorrect and it is the falliability of my knowing
That caused so much damage.
The mistakes were one thing but the sureness around them at the time
Disrupted my entire navigation system.
The lode star of my knowing things proved to be a false guide –
A glimmer out of place, a plane, not a star.
What then to navigate by?
What compass to use?
We can’t really move by the whole sky
Can’t drive the entire map.
We must have something.
Soul.
Star.
Hope.
True or not.