Elucidating Questions

Feelers

Reaching out to touch each thing

Individual

Learnt into the web of

Knowledge

The running theme of the messenger

The fastest runner running into a theme of running man

But what did you learn

Athena stands proudly on the clock waiting for her answer what did her prized higher education afford

A cute poodle

Apollo’s laughter

Fifteen dogs with human thoughts curl in on themselves until they are no more

From the second the blasted fleeting begins the mind is a terror waiting for its victim to give in

To whatever comes beyond

Vague

Yet beautiful

And in the fiddling childhoods of many

Many

Many

A young, independent, woman who experienced life to the extent her partner has no idea of her life

How separate we are

How differently the same

Like six kinds of chocolate you try them individually they taste

Different

You stuff them all in your mouth at once,

Suddenly it is all

Just

Chocolate

Does I don’t remember

Count?

Does The horror of knowing the past with the future in our hands

Count?

And what have I learnt

The cruelty of the human mind

Just an ink drop on the page just millions of memories lost at sea

Just sitting in a cold drafty London room remembering

The cruelty of humanity

But she can’t stay

She has to go there are too many stories too many hidden singular horrors

Billions of selves only experiencing themselves

The piano shatters into a million pieces upon impact and she realises all she will ever know is the feeling

Of the train

Digging into her slowly

He told me

Like blowing a candle out

There was a moment in time when it was alive

But now but now

The old ways are gone

They have faded into memories torn to shreds for a few extra bucks and keeping them

Quiet

Who?

Even they don’t know they wait for us to walk through the door and sign our names to drug companies to endure

Endure the life of the piano playing off tune and the not quite right of generations of memories

Faded paint on the walls of the tapestry

We swear it was only finished yesterday,

But the stories are so old

The tapestry knows not what time to depict