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Great questions I do not have answers for

29 April 2026

By Paul Davey

Why does Autumn offer such sorrow and relief?
Why does it have to be darkest right before dawn?
Why do I have to dance in the darkness to make the sun rise again?
Why do I not dance more, as I have long wished?

Why does the pain send me hurtling deep inside
to the original wound or else fleeing away from the world?
How do I make a boat to stay afloat in,
when all the storms rage around me at once?

So then why do my most wretched and bitter tears
make the world more beautiful and enchanting again?
Why should Robin awake in me such friendly companionship,
and Crow’s call arrest time and send me shivers?

I do not know. At least,
Not beyond the truth that lies in the eyes of my heart
Far away from anything I ever learned.

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