Certain riddles of life will never be solved,
because there are no answers in depths of our
lifetimes.
Cornering every meaning in circles of night's
edges, hoping to entice some sort of response.
Cradling questions, rocking them with songs of
lullabyes, hoping to lull them into a somnolent
answer when not paying attention.
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