I release a pencil from my grasp 

and for one million times in a row

                                                                        it fell

I expected it would…I was certain it would…I was glad that it did…

it would have scared the bejeezus out of me if it hadn’t…truly…

I, up until then, probably had not even considered that the pencil’s not falling was even a possibility, never mind at all probable…

      until the one time

it didn’t          

and I probably don’t know what or why or if it will ever happen again…

or if I should believe my own eyes…

and then I realized that I had probably had been mistaken 

about what was 


once I ‘saw’ that the pencil did not have to fall

      a whole new universe of possibilities opened up

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