Questions - Faded Paper Figures

Do you have an affection for questions?

What questions are you asking yourself?

Imagine the palpability of question

Is a single question the synthesis of you?

This question is capable of questioning itself

Which questions have disappeared?

Walkways into darker shades of bliss

Opening the last door and nothing exists

Wavering at the edge of sleep, we flinch

Watch now, keep yourselves apart

Or tear like the papier-mâché in your heart

Think yourself away

Imagine being possessive of a question

Imagine what you can’t say

Maybe questions don’t exist

To present the opportunity of possible response is the exhibition

The world is so fantastic

Why make up questions about questions?

Come around then

Wake the town then

And tell them we are not chained down

Come around then

Wake the town then

Keep the sirens flashing, eyes drawn to the sound

Strange ways, things you never thought to wish

Sleeping through the last call and still you resist

Wondering at the starry hieroglyphs

Watch how they keep you apart

For fear of the fire it could light in your heart

Come around then

Wake the town then

And tell them we are not chained down

Come around then

Wake the town then

Keep the sirens flashing, eyes drawn to the sound

I can repeat the question, but am I bright enough to ask it?

Are all people interchangeable at some live level?