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Questions drown

in an ocean beneath

the seeing eyes

and broken teeth

Questions lye

in a dry desert

without rain

without light

without poverty

with marks

Questions watch

the world spin round

with sound

with color

with destruction

Questions stay

in their throats

in their oceans

their deserts

drowning

burning

stayed

into an infinite

quite

Questions lye

awake at a

still night

dry and sober

against their drunken

spouse,

cutting against the ground

and watching the blood

bubble through

green

Questions sink

in their dandelion

bed, petals snapping

at the weight and

falling to the

ground,

a bruise kissed

on their cheek

with the bubbling

green blood

Questions burrow

beneath the bed

beneath the ground

beneath the blood,

staining their words,

their marks with

a green peace

and becoming sharp

knives thrown against

the closed doors

and painted walls

Questions sleep

in the blood

and wait for an

eruption

to carve them

into the stone

sky

Questions slay

the edge

of the world

when they speak

their rough speech

and carve their

marks

Questions say

the all

the nothing

the can't

the lies

the truth

the life

but questions can't

say me.

"Are you a question or are you a me?"

Questions answer

none of their own

but I can

and I

will.