Questions rain down
They fall on ground, sea and air
Sometimes people throw them out windows
or spit them into the street like unwanted thoughts and cares
But still they are here, these questions.
Questions rein up
They pull and push from all sides
or wind themselves around us and squeeze
or are buried under sand until they grow roots and stems
and then blossom and seed: questions.
Questions reign on
They dig and poke, prod and lead
They both let loose, and later tighten
Their paths lead on to doors that are neither closed nor opened.
Inquire, and in reply a question.
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