To question a question
is beyond my esteem
neither sceptic nor
to coin an episteme.
yet I can tell,
questions do not always
end with a mark;
answers often flow in them
unbounded, if we hark.
Well,
the questions I always asked
and you never answered
the questions you never asked
and I always answered
sets yet another set of questions
I neither wish to ask
nor seek any answer to.
Questions?
Answers...
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