Nine Oh Five Pea Emm

there is
for no reason I can see
a why and a must
that must be solved
never in the light of day
can I find the time
to contemplate the mystery of your skin
and see the starlight setting in the west
and know my biggest question's
answers;
they would seem
lost on lips of women and children
into the skin of men
a confusing stare
I see nothing, I feel nothing
I stand still
unable to think of what to say to you
unable to process or correct
it is a constipation of paradigm
or worse
and continuance without sincerity