how far across the frozen pond
do I have to journey,
step by step,
to realize a sense of levity at work
within me,
against the questioning of thaw
in the secret mocking
of approaching spring?
how much of demonstration
actually answers the questions
that internally rise,
that need physical proof
in order to calm
my inquisitive mind?
is internal self dialog
ever more valid than
intimate conversations with another
about subject matters
that seem so worldly out of place?
if I ever question the use of belief,
am I up against
a more basic substantive part
of my human nature?
why do I ask questions
of myself
that will get bored with themselves
and soon walk away
from my attention span?
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