I find myself in a room of questions.
Questions lock and bar the door and
questions are scrawled all over the walls.
In the grip of doubt I ask myself endlessly
of how to escape the cages,
to find my way out of the dark-night forests.
Questions I have asked for years
are as familiar to me as my kin and
replayed as often as my most important memories.
But the worst question of all is
the one which I know all too well
and yet do not know how to ask.
Ex Tempore LXXVIII
M.M. — 01-Jun-2014
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