The ChallengeA Poem by Ken e Bujold"my response to reading Yvor Winter's The Realization"
Life. Nothing much to it. One breathes
the allotted cache of inhalations, learns to accept the diagnosed disease of decadence: shrinking limbs, cations constant fluxing, a heart's arrhythmic falling in and out of love, the ache of waking in a bed bare of rhymes, the ever dismembered lines. But death, by God, there's a challenge! Just try to evade your conscripted duty to live, be free of the need to scavenge a dram of pleasure from the brute tea of existence. See how easy it is to stopper the will, refuse the great quiz? Ken e Bujold 2022
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3 Reviews Added on October 15, 2022 Last Updated on October 15, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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