The question lingers
Pointing its poky finger
Into the mushy reduction of my grumbled mind

Bantering like some mad child
Circling on his tricycle
Taunting over and over

Filling me with the swirling frenzy
Of darting fish all screaming together

Calling, begging, raging, poking
In some incomprehensible multi-dimensional
Tetrahedron of pointed vernacular
Jabbing its obsessive spikes
Like anchors into my mind

Exploding with the rage of confinement
Shrieking into empty halls of glassware
Threatening to shatter the world

Screaming “WHY!?” as creatures tremble
“WHY!?” as canyons crumble
“WHY!?” As tectonic plates devastate rural townships
In horror and desperate haste
“WHY!?” For the sweet love of flogging donkeys
Can’t I remember what I was going on about?