Why?

and again, why?

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all these things were done,
  done again, done
more times than do
bear the telling
and still are done
in blindstumbling
in mumbleblind
in your heart  in our mind
and the children hear it.

They listen always, and
hardish they grow, too
cold the nose  too bitter
the heart that hears
nothing but blindstumbling
nothing but mumbleblind
brokenheart  the brokentime
the sound of lostminds
          crumbling

and again, Why?

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why sing refrains from funerals cold?
why furnish the gape  graveish holes?

The dark comes without desire
though brightlytrees spread sugarboughs
over the twinklebright sky until this
twilit age is over.
desire will witherout, and without desire
sugarwreaths melt into sugarwraiths
and sucksugar from the mouthsofbabes.
and darkness comes, without desire.

and me    lit up with blackness
lit up with blackness
littered with blackness
I stutter blackness out of
a gaping mouth and wish for
a little love


a little lover, who could maybe
foster silence
and strike gold
and follow lodestars
that streak across the sky
towards some haven
some galaxy, a nebula of
brilliance and maybefuture
and neverpast
and alwaysnow

after winter
she could whisper
dew and drops and
spring

and
Why is a silly question.


the answer is always
whyandwhyandwhyandmorewhys
until you are sickfaced with
worrys.

The question should be
When
and the answer is now

the question should be
who
and the answer is I

The answer is
answer
is
the answer is
answer the question
with your
life.