Bath questions

I heard the last swirls of the bathwater trickle out,
    The fading turbulence of the liquid,
                Behind it empty space,
                            1000 question marks,
                                        gently swirling,
                                                      away,
                        Out of the vessel of my knowledge,
        Leaving a not needing,
                    And a pleasant, 
                            long forgotten normality,
                                    Where all the questions were,
                                            Gone
                                                Gone
                                    
                                           G
                                             o
                                                n
                                                
                                                    e


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