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Poetry
Nu? 6/4/2007

"Nu?" - 6/4/2007

questioning
everything
comes way
too easily
to me

I think I know
then I see
nothing is
what I'd
hoped

it would be
so cruel if
life's grave
gave up
now

if she quit permitting
old dreams to lie
peacefully within
the garden
of denial

when I knew
what I wanted
it was easier
still I'm so
grateful

you came
like a cloud
beautiful
strange
shapes

like a million
new things
I'd never
seen having
always

been a loner
out of reach
high on hope
or alternately
crashing burning

questioning
everything
comes way
too easily
to just be

I wish I knew
how to throw
away this
useless old
rope

hold me sweet
close me up
open as I
am it's
cold

what do
you need
to learn
before you
will speak

I will never
tell you
what I
already
know

the answer
to (for you)
is so clearly
assuredly

no