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,
Loud answers sleep in twos
under an awning protected from rain.
One voice excavates the depth.
When a question is asked, someone
must admit an answer
with or without speaking.
Poet Sheila E. Murphy describes her principal occupation as "Corporate Educator for purposes of sustenance; true occupation, POET." A more practical, if less poetic, course than starvation, as Wallace Stevens and T. S. Eliot (among others ) have discovered.
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