The Brunt of It

 

Find essence –

squeeze it through

an existential cheesecloth
till it glows with its least

sullied being –

till it feeds all unimpededly

on everything in front of it.

Bear the brunt of it.

Be utterly available.

Become the unassailable.

The loss of strife

may drive you mad.

But oh, the life

you will have had!










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