No answers, just questions
Probes, like spiders, climbing
one wall, then another
until all possibilities have been touched
Questions, most faint shooting stars
burning out before finding answers
Truth, last thing to come of questions
Answers, but questions turned inside out
Riddles fill holes left by lies
Sometimes thinking they are answers
Upon reflection we see
they too are spiders
Word play, perhaps
Some call it poetry
Others see sheer entertainment
Me? Just more spiders spinning webs
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Poetic Alchemist 
Aurora: Thanks. questions feel like spiders to me sometimes. Crawling around for answers and spinning webs of ideas and even more questions.
Your comparison of questions to spiders works really well! You are on a roll, Don!
Floots: Yes, you are so right. Thanks.
just right
and
like webs
can be beautiful and functional
depending on your viewpoint
thank you
Gautami: Thanks. Yes, so do I. Thinking feels like spidering webs to me.
I too think that way. Spiders spinning webs.
Rob: Thanks. The web gets spun moment by moment.
I think I follow your thread.
Thanks Pat. Indeed, what we weave…
Thanks Dan.
Questions, most faint shooting stars
burning out before finding answers
Truth, last thing to come of questions
Answers, but questions turned inside out
Aw, the webs we weave. Whatever the reason it’s a vocation we have. Entertaining and enlightning!!