Sure I'm Sure

You can't have irony   without certainty
and I lost     what I thought
was mine

Comfort redefined     found in fears
slow scared proccess   taking years
or days     I'm still not sure which
I held sacred in this   or other lies

Eyes on the empty     spaces
between   ourselves   and so many things
I can't see black     I just don't see white
colour-coded cones   of mine

sculpt and redefine   my
ironic?     uncertain
comfort