Wednesday, January 26, 2011

twenty interrogastories

  1. How would you like to die?
  2. What is it like to be alive?
  3. Where would you want to sing?
  4. Why do you want to know?
  5. Whom will you embrace as the sky is rent?
  6. Has the burnt sienna cooled yet?
  7. Do the words echo in your veins?
  8. Have you questioned having?
  9. Am I blue (a muted cobalt just south of Antwerp)?
  10. Would you if you could without getting caught or punished?
  11. With whom will you dive, sail, skim, [note serial comma] or float?
  12. Against what odds or flesh will you melt?
  13. Who remembers that nameless electric thrill?
  14. If not here and now, where and when?
  15. Should there be a law, any law?
  16. That being said, what is silence?
  17. Could the waves just stop?
  18. Which inaugural color will you wear, and what language will ban it?
  19. Is keeping score against the rules?
  20. In the end, can you call it a day or something else, i.e., some unit of time or space or imagination or pendulum-swinging suggestion or somnambulism?

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