Q.
by Android
Tongues curve like sickles,
reaping what you sewn?
Extracting the stitches
that held your breath so long.
Cracking those lips with a grin
Chelsea would be proud of.
This prelude to the Séance
communicate with my spirit.
Maybe sand the rust from this heart
and I'll desert you like the rest,
In a quest for that shred of answer.
Emptiness never felt so alive,
but what is life?
A word, a dream, a trinket?
...
A world, a breath, a casket?
42?
Return this memo to the sender,
I don't need memories
when the only sensible direction
- Is forward.
Maybe upward,
but humans have never been adept
...in the aviation of self
and so, onward I'll march.
Experiences everywhere,
but experience amounts to nothing?
How cruel the joker...
who cackled their way
through the rules of life.
Only to flip the deck
on the head of the kings
suggesting to them 'Rule your own life.'
Will my kingdom ever come?
Questions are knowledge,
but what if the question
is the question itself?
Eg. 'Why are we here?'
Where the only possible answer
would be to ask 'Why ARE we here?'
The unobtainable truth,
and we'll all just keep searching.
- A skeletal horde,
because...
What is a question if you're not looking for the answer?
This isn't a Q&A. Just a lone Q.