The Council of Infinite Opinions
A council met where certainty was banned,
And every truth was shaped by shifting hand.
“No fact may stand,” they spoke with measured breath,
“Unless it bends to every shade of depth.”
The wise withdrew; the louder filled the floor,
Each syllable a carefully staged war.
They voted on the nature of the sun,
And fractured light till no conclusion won.
At last they solved the problem they began:
By ruling judgment must elude all plan.
And so they governed—with procedural grace,
A system built to leave no lasting trace.
Yet somewhere still, beyond their polished room,
Reality persists against the gloom.
David Anson Lee is a physician, philosopher, and poet. Born on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, he currently lives in Texas. His poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals including Eunoia Review, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Orchards, and others.
