The Question Answered

I hear the hair and nails grow on the dead
Between life and final preparation
But then hear it is something else instead
Only a part of the separation

Lying here feeling my hair and nails grow
In mortuarial affinity
Content to wonder I need never know
Nor think about this applying to me

Content to blunder I go with the flow
Of waking dream of imagination
And of simply going on with the show
To write as though my life depended on
It since it does: and then? I will be gone

So it will no longer matter to see
An answer to this or to anything
No hair no nails no desire but the fire
To answer the question of suffering

+Steven Curtis Lance



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