Qualitative Analysis
The stacks of cards,
significant in staccato,
are the fragmented
truths that I’ve gathered.
And with each stack
I shall build a small
and fragile house.
And only then,
when the cards
are no longer cards,
but my walls and roofs
and floors,
will I understand
not truth, but a truth
that I have visited.
Let the statisticians tell you of the houses.
I will tell you of the homes.
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