A Question

She asked a question that I couldn’t answer,
It hung there, waiting for a lost reply;
She posed a question, and with it I wrestled,
A resolution I could not supply —
A hardening of time, an instant process:
As blood will mix with paint and
Calcify

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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