Q & A

There are no answers
To the worry I frequently feel
Of running out of words
Of no longer finding air
To breathe
To fly
To be
Another



There are no answers
To the silence behind the white space
Between the tabs and unpunctuated
Patternless drivel of lunacy
La Luna shrouded in
No mystery



There are no answers
As no questions are really asked
Of you
Of me
Of honest folk
To carry us forward
Beyond the calling of the dark dreams
There is more of us
More of truth —



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