The Answer

Slipping and sliding
With my mind of glass
Held tight
Around one idea
 .
Crystal gazing
Trying to
See something
In its shallow deeps
 .
Finally
Stabbing it
Piercing it
With a plausible answer
 .
The mind wobbles
Like a jelly
Holding fast
The needing answer
But never breaking
 .
Wrinkling up
In the stabbed place
As the threads of doubt
Try to squeeze out
The answer
That was never
There

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