A question mark hangs in the sky
as if all answers to defy
no matter what we think we know
within our cosmic view's tableau
as to the what and how and why.
When speculations go awry,
where deeper bases underlie,
might wisdom guide the stars to show
a question mark?
Assumptions lacking proof's supply
that seek to speak as truth thereby
though theories may come and go—
aye, let the vast immense bestow
as seeming caveat on high
a question mark.
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