The question becomes
                      one of questions and more questions.​

The question becomes
                      which question to ask.​

The question becomes
                      whether to ask it at all.​

The question becomes
                      to what extent.​

The question becomes
                      to what end.​

The question becomes
                      too large for the printed page.​

The question becomes
                      too toxic to breathe out loud.​

The question becomes
                      one of the many still at large.​

The question becomes
                      one of the few that remain in storage. ​

The question becomes
                      a poet burning freshly-written pages.​

The question becomes
                      a word to rhyme with rhyme.​

The question becomes
                      a dream to dream with sleep.​

The question becomes
                      a drapery of waves.​

The question becomes
                      a brain of fireflies.​

The question becomes
                      a desiccation of leaves.​

The question becomes
                      the time-lapse twitching of shrubbery in rain.​

The question remains.