what knows this?
a tender question mark lives in the center of awareness
it speaks to us through our hearts when we’re confused and alone
it rushes out the pores of our feet when we run through the grass,
so fast it’s looking back at us right now:
what knows this?
everything we see, dancing question marks,
laughing so loudly,
“take our hand! take our hand!”
they shout with abandon:
what knows this?
all day long they pray for you,
and these question marks,
sleepy from their work, slip into the void,
and their silence is your beginning:
what knows this?
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