Friday, October 20, 2017

From whence doth it come?

The poetry.

Like a fountain.
A Volcano ,
A perrenial flower, that fails to bloom ,
... when neglected.

Long do'th it question me.
Like a Jungian apparition. 
... uncalled for it comes.

To the answers I seek,
Only questions, are provided.

Like a twisted, Douglas Adams dream.
The answer is 42, but what of the question.

Still together we dance,
The poetry, and I.



Douglas Adams wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy". In the latest version we learn the Earth was created by the mice to learn the eternal question, the answer, to which, is 42.


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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.