Suppose that one could know what is to come
To see those mystic visions wild and strange
But would that not then leave us all undone
If like the past the future can’t be changed?
Perhaps instead a survey would be best
A sampling from all possibilities
But how, my friend, is one supposed to test
Whether the scene one saw is still to be?
And so we come to oracles of olde
Who, though their Inner Eye is not deceived
Are doomed to see but never to express,
And what’s expressed is ne’er to be believed.
Knowledge, yes, indeed I value thee
But best I should have none of prophesy.
Part of Poem-a-day 2012. Title donated by Mark L.