The Question
The question leaves a road turning
Trees full of green thoughts burning
Gold and brown
They fall in on themselves
At first they make a beautiful collage
A kaliedoscope
Tracings of colours
Leaving unfinished
The questions
Of life and love
And why
Do we?
who will we become/ in becoming?
wherefore from the root?
Seeded randomly?
When where?
Will we go?
do we die?
when we die?
what dreams?
what dreams?
He dreams in waking
wide eyes
spinning his own realities from within
Will the light burn out?
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poem by Yvette Smith
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