String

Questions stringing up from north to south, east to west.
A web of confusion and stoning distinctly at nothing on the far side.
Scrolling up and down, traces, traces, finding with no clue.
Films, pictures, conversations. Which is it that is making me frantic?
A tumour of persistent reminder throbbing.
No reasons, no excuses, no defence. Then acceptance may be a yes.

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