Do the parts make up the whole?
Does the hole swallow the parts?
Do cords of belief make a strong rope
to choke the hope?
Do we question the questions?
Can we answer the answers?
Will we label the labels
and disable the enabled?
What flight of fright strikes
Deep into answers unseen?
What will open the hole whole?
Who will lift out the bright to
Light the night?
Close up dusty pages?
Defy the scream of past ages?
Face the fickle feelings that
Form framed fears?
Hear hearts with new ears?
Do paths make a way?
Does the way make a path?
Do we tread uncertain through the curtain?
Will questions remain
And keep us sane?
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