What can cause such a Sisyphean burden yet effortlessly keep the hummingbird aflight?
What can fester for mere seconds while for an eternity it can thrive?
What can to most be imperceptible in appearance while clearly the blind can sense its attendance?
What could be so easily chewed yet taste so raw when left to be stewed?
What can you be more certain of when made than when you did conceive it?
What can you own without ever possessing or bargain for without it ever obtaining?
What can puncture a hole so deep the soul it may be killing or pierce deep enough the heart it can be healing?