What if one page

Was larger than the rest?

What if brother really loved best?

What if you could capture the future

Within a breath?

What if magic

Was commonplace?

What if ice were fire

And water, snow?

What if North were South

And Roots bore Fruit?

What if someone challenged everything you think you know?

What if

What if

I want to shout it from the highest sun

I want to mine on every moon

I want to play my song

In a quiet room

Sound escapes

Like Sirius from Azkaban

Released from the Naga Domain

Out into Sunshine and Pouring Rain

Out of Death

And into Heaven’s Door

What if Coffee was drunk at night

And into the next day

What if we all wrote letters in Arabic

And Counted to Twelve

What if the Elves never left?

And what if Scott Stapp got respect

What if

What if

What if Science still made no sense?

Why is it that thumbs are on the left?

Where would Magellan go

If he had a dog named Astro?

How high

Was Bob Marley’s Lowest Low?

What if One Page

Were Longer Than All The Rest?

Would we still Reserve them solely for Playboy’s Best?

It seems to me that periods are far more common than question marks

Yet It takes one to answer the other

Which begs the Question

Where do Questions come from?

Are they fed into our head?

Like some sort of radio wave?

Do they just appear like Saint Nick?

Are they are forceful action

Or just some sort of natural reaction

How many stars have long since burnt out

While they shine bright in our sky?

What do cats see when they look upon a crystal ball?

Are dogs just returning our planet

When we throw that ball their way?

Why do hamsters like to run in circles?

Is a zoom still a zoom if it doesn’t go across the room?

Where is this room in relation to the pyramid of the sun?

When will this poem

Finally be done?

I guess you could say

This Page is just Longer than All the Rest

Kind of like Physical Graffiti for the Digital Age

We are all Satoshin

Especially when dressed to the 9’s

You know

It’s the End of the World as we know it

But I feel fine fine fine

It’s just a dream within a dream

A realistic fantasy

Do you believe

That UFO’s are really from Boston?

Why is it

That Wise isn’t spelled Whyse

And Who’s on First?

The first three bases are for Stooges anyway

Cause there’s no place like home

No place like home

No place like home

What’s the difference between the Grape and a Grapefruit?

Were Oranges names for their color or was the color named for the fruit

Such delicious musings

All in due rind

Irony is an Elton John player piano with The Who as the Scroll

Is this The End?

Or just a prelude to my next poem?

Where I sing the high praise of the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Bone Bone?

Can you imagine Blackbeard sailing the Blackest of Skies?

And drinking pure water straight from Aquarius?

Where does the wind go

When it blows it’s nose into a hankerleaf?

How many sports are there 10,000 leagues beneath the sea?

What happens when a bride named Destiny weds a man named Will Freeman?

How many questions does math contain?

Is it time yet for the recurring refrain?

What if one page

One page

One

Page

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