Percival, in the 2 1 1 5


The ancient boy did not live like you
He was always looking for it,

He would always ask people, no matter what.

Tumultuous, inverted, the simple stayed turbulent

It is not enough that I spent my life peering at things
that might be Holy
Watching just anywhere
Gasping near the end of my life, I realize
I have forgotten to ask the question.

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