Indeed, there's never much
of what my living asks;
or there indeed is not enough
of what more I could ask;
not there an absence been
of questions I have asked;
for what existing there has been
if not to beg--to ask;
what else expected,
what long demanded I
for decades short of knowingness,
must I be brought to life;
only to question more
and more as years do more
unfold more questions burdening
more questions not what for;
indeed, I've asked that much;
I've asked more questions asked,
yet, what remained unanswered
forever I shall ask;
if not today, tonight, tommorow
then what my living's for;
if but today, tonight, tomorrow
still what's to know life for;
for what's my birth be birthed
if not to live, to grow;
and what's to grow be growing for
if to unlearn's to know;
for what to know is knowing for
if not to think, to doubt;
for but to doubt is but to ask
if not, what life's about?
