humming

as minor pulsations flood the web of silent-(things)
and i walk along these hillsides-(in a dream)
waiting for revelations -(of that one)
cracking the bones of past -(despair)
there will be no answers -(resolved)
where there are no questions -(in a thousand,)
unless the answers themselves -(as drops)
hold within -(of nothing)
the key -(in me).

[is it all as it seems?
so unresolved, so unredeemed?
if i remain, how will i know?]