Why!?

Why!
I wish I knew.
Socrates asked this damned
question as did
Julius Sumner Miller.


Why? Do you see it is now a question?
It's the biggest, most fabulousistantic question of all.
why?

So why do I exclaim?

Is it because the question is both
an appeal and a declaration?!

Do we have
to be
concrete
in
the
way
we see?

Or perhaps we should fly
and somehow defy
the intransigent
gravity of defecation.

Why?!?!
Damned if I know, and
I know a helluva of a lot.

Do you want to know?
Really?

The swan never feeds
on halal fish.

A galaxy is painted
in watercolour

Death is a colour.

Light is waves and particles.

Mass is a mathematical illusion.

Poetry is truth
and I'm a liar.

!?