who     was the first  
                           to     ask —  
               not pray  
                            not plead—  
                     just  
                             wonder
        where the silence ends?

        ››    did the stars       agree  
                 to be named?  
               or did we just      carve  
                            their deaths  
          into chalk lines—
                     & call it  
              science.  


      what kind of hunger  
                    swallows light  
             & asks for more?

   when we punctured         the sky  
         did it        bleed  
                     or simply  
         sigh?

                   (you never checked.)

         we build      machines  
             with spines,  
          launch them  
                to listen  
                           for gods—  
              or echoes—  
                    or maybe  
     our own guilt.


        she turned her face  
             like a coin:  
                  spent.  
                      flipped.  
                           dropped  
                in a wishing well  
                          full of lies.

        she said nothing.

          (but i swear  
              something grinned.)



          what is curiosity
                 if not  
         the first betrayal?

                  no sword,  
                    just a finger  
                          on the seam  
                  of heaven  
                        tugging—  

                         harder.  


          a child pulls truth  
                  out of a socket.  
               the lights flicker.  
         the room     gasps.  

     nothing burns.  
                 but everything  
                          smells like  
               wrong.



     ›› do we chase answers  
           or just fear  
                  what silence  
                        might say  
                              back?


     sometimes i think  
        black holes  
                are just  
                    mouths  
         tired of listening.  



         and still —  
           we ask.  
               we ask.  
                   we ask.