Forever the QuestionsA Poem by Alfred KukitzYou know there is more but you can't get it.There are times when you look around, In doubt about the surroundings, Feel a certain pull toward the numinous, A small tab of mystery lies at the tip of your head, You stare, linger, want to know what, It misses you by milliseconds, Passes into other universes, It is small, tan colored, Shaped like a square with one rounded end. Why, why not now, Always the question Forever the question. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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