Questions discover dreams in absolutes
until no absolute is recognizable.

The rain encounters dust to wash away.
Each element depends upon the other.

Just before it rains, the wind blows
fire across the dusty land.

Questions open absolutes like envelopes,
inventing access.

Loud answers sleep in twos
under an awning protected from rain.

One voice excavates the depth.
Another listens.

When a question is asked, someone
must admit an answer

with or without speaking.