LOVE Poem: What is that which answers back?, by Cody Loweth

What is that which answers back,
When every lens one crafts is cracked?
When every tide is rolling back,
What is that which answers back?
When all my questions seem to stack amongst these gleaming golden racks of knowledge that
through time’s been sapped,
From me through all performing acts,
His thoughts are gorged with graves, grad school,
A hospital bed.
What is that which answers back?

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