Questions command
They impose upon people to reply
And they often have the effect desired
When spoken strongly and clearly
But they misfire at times
Causing instead silence or anger unforeseen
They impose upon the echoes people leave behind
Forcing the afterimages of those who have lived
To yield up new knowledge and understanding
Or else working upon the traces left
By people yet living
They impose upon the forces of creation
Demanding answers from the unfeeling infinite
And the infinitesimal
And getting them even if slowly
Allowing changes to happen
Those who ask are those who utter incantation
Magic words that work magic in the world and on the world
We are all of us theurges and thaumaturges
Wizards and witches and sorcerers and such
And perhaps some of us will find the right questions to ask
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