Questions, No Answers Poem by Fred Babbin

Questions, No Answers

We are the poem writing apes,
Lock us up in a room forever
With pen and paper,
And we will write Shakespeare.

Shakespeare?
Forever?
What, where is the curtain
of Forever
that must be parted,
so Shakespeare will be written,

That is the noumenal thought
that cannot be noumenal
because it is thought.
And yet, it is noumenal.

But what is noumenal?
God provides us with the questions,
but we must provide the answers.