are meanings I assign to the questions you ask.
as the tremulous confessions we burden ourselves
hurts hurled like hunting knives at target trees.
your thoughts, to mould you as I want to have you.
in this reflection, a dragging into a cold dungeon
Except that in this conquest, I lose everything.
Questions and answers become elusive phantoms
of meaning, configurations of troth to the other
turn into fantasy, dreams and desire but delusions.
*This poem was prompted by Simon Blackburn's "Can We Understand Each Other? Treating Words Carefully," The Big Questions: Philosophy, Quercus Publishing, London, UK, 2009