We answer answerless questions,
sequestered semesters of bliss,
then question our answers
and seal it with a kiss.
This isn't a sickness,
to smile 'till the world
blurs through seas of faces
into dampened furs softly curled
in dank mystic poignant places.
Just don't let go the traces.
This isn't the leap that solves it all.
Enjoy the rickety quantum crawl
(For when the hidden plot unfurls
like a web of interlacing whorls...
By Jason Paul Fox
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and don't make money off it)
2007 Jason Paul Fox