Lethal Extrospections Poem by Sanjana Swaroop

The curiosity killed the cat
What an odd turn of phrase that!
Now bear with me, things are about to
get out of hand and a little crazy.
Add the knowledge that a cat
has nine lives and reel in the daze.
What if it meant you could get nine attempts at having
your curiosities answered!

Can you think of that which must be asked
even at the cost of assured death?
Curious as I am, I have 9 questions prepared.
Definitely, no less.

Exhaust one with the obvious wondering
"What was the cat curious about? "

You must want certain curiosities in life answered too...
Imagine if you asked "what A person
was thinking during A particular exchange on A fated day? "
And you get a script from their memory
account summary, like a snapshot statement.
....And then you die....
I don't know how this works,
your guess is as good as mine.
The real question is however:
Do questions guarantee answers? Ever? If not, always?

Imagine your high school class, every question
asked by your teacher must be answered,
but your genuine lines of inquisitive enquiries were shushed?
Raise curiosity in a kid by telling her we are suspended
in space,
but not confirming to her ‘whether that was because
we in fact, as a whole planet, do levitate? '
Floating between layers of space and magic dust,
in a universe who's beauty is so scary that
everyday we work hard to marr it just a little more.
Ah this toxic heart, the product of a toxic system!
Tell me, "why do people destroy that which they love the most? "
Receives universe's answer and then *Splat*
No wonder we are afraid to ask questions!

Es muss ein!
This is the way it must be.42 is the answer to all
questions about the meaning of love, life and everything. Yet
the question remains unknown.
What a way it would be, to go to that final destination -ish,
"An unanswerable curiosity? "
Questions go unanswered often is true, but not enough questions
are unanswerable! Mind = blown
It seems I have now exhausted three.

Reloading new life and start afresh. Would you dare ask
The same question twice?
Knowing the outcome. Knowing the answer.
Why is that?
"Why would you ask the same question twice?
Hoping for a different answer or to relive the moment again? "
I know that was technically two, but this quenching curiosity
is a thirsty business.
I thank the universe for sharing,
now that I know this about you, allow me to go
with a full, albeit heavy heart lovingly bidding you adieu.

What if questions about the future could be
answered too?
Would you want to know how things turned out?
Would the fact of your finding out change the course somehow?
A single discrepancy sending a ripple through all of
time and space.
Never to be the same again.
The question then is, "must some questions be asked,
knowing the cost, they would come at? "

I am exhausted already.
No wonder cats have short lives!
The burgeoning stress of all the curiosities stacked up.
Phew. Glad to be living in times of mindless consumerism.
But then we all already knew,
questions six, seven and eight would be little trivialities.
Just to make sure that the system works.
The answers received are authentic and all that.
Curiosities you kind of, almost, know the answers to.
"What really happened to Joe Exotic? " and the types.

My conspiracy brain would know no rest or peace
in this life or any other reincarnations,
if I didn't get a hack at the validity and feasibility report
of my favourite political theory.
Since freedom of speech is a threat to political stability,
I will omit this question from public view!
The outcome of those questions, asked in any context,
would be the same anyway.

Nine questions used up fine.
Were your curiosities answered?
Or did you decide ‘somethings are better
left unknown'.
Another odd phrase in our communication compendium.
Onset another insomniac episode, deep in lethal extrospections. Rinse, Repeat.