Elucidating Questions

The pieces of the stars, guided by the ones. Pretending not to listen, and they grow quiet.

The stubborn one never, and the questions for proof and answers as the proof showed outside the self.

The grit teeth of the messenger as the dragging into the light. The reason the song puts that pain in my spine. The sound of a voice begging out of desperation.

Such a kind voice, and of course it’s true, the need is there.

Just another one.

Trapped in the wings.

Always they fall quiet as the history is told and the knowledge it doesn’t cause fear, but disappointment in the actions of the past.

Seemingly ineffectual, seemingly quiet, seemingly bleeding.

Simply listening and feeling, thinking and listening, attaching questions to the answers, the strings that attach.

A sapphire beside the diamond.