The question is whether or not the clocks will cooperate,
whether or not the full Buck moon will fling light through the blind like a warning.
The question is of the deep, ineffable secret graffitied on the body’s inner walls:
what’s owned, what’s lost, what’s only autocratically under control.
The question is the question is the answer.
The question is where eyesight reaches the soul,
and whether it looks anything like you thought it would when it’s finally up close.
The question is who sees and who’s only looking.
The question is whether or not anyone has the ability to make any choices at all.
The question is the question is the answer,
a tooth that insists on growing in the direction of being pulled.
Doubt
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